“Eros is missing”

From the Greek by Charles Whibley EROS is missing. In the early morn     Forth from his bed the rascal took his flight. Sweet are his tears; his smile is touched with scorn—     A nimble-tongued, swift-footed, fearless sprite! And he is winged; his hands a quiver bear.     What father ’t was begot him none can tell. “He is not mine,” Earth, Air, and Sea declare.     That he ’s a foe to all, I know full well. So keep good watch: beware his snare’s embrace;     Even now his toils may in thy pathway lie. But look, who ’s that? Ah, there ’s his hiding-place!     I see him, bow and all, in Chloe’s eye.