As I sat musing in my bow’r,
Pleas’d with each whistling bird,
Enamor’d of each flow’r,
Lo! a warrior’s form is seen,
Darting resplendent rays across the green.
His starry helmet beaming light
His full orb’d buckler, blazing bright,
’Twas I thought the God of War,
Just descended from his car.
But what have I to do with him?
I’ll fill a goblet to the brim.
“Here Mars,” I cried, “since thou are come
Partake Evoke’s foaming boon,”
But as to raise the cup I tried
With the radiant arms,
Prostrate I fell before her charms
I spilt the wine then tumbled down
Thy golden cup and ivy crown.
She bowed her head
Then stretch’d her lovely hand
And smiling said,
“Fear nor my gentle votary
Fierce Mars, as easy
As I conquer you.”