The Playful Eros

I was a boy, and a beautiful maid was my friend and companion;
Hers was I then—but no passion had yet been aroused in our breasts.
Love found us sporting, and flung his smiles and his glances as wonted.
"Friends! may a stranger," he said—"may a stranger take part in your sports?"
"Come!" cried we both; but the sports that he taught us were speedily alter'd;
Loving together we played, but childish companions no more.