The Tardy Cherub
Cupid snoozed—his alarm betrayed, Wings askew, his bow mislaid. Love showed up a moment late, Blushing, breathless, tempting fate. Turns out hearts still fell just fine— Even tardy arrows hit on time.
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The Thinking Man
Ralph Waldo Emerson, “The American Scholar” An Oration Delivered before the Phi Beta Kappa Society, at Cambridge, August 31, 1837
