Paul Laurence Dunbar - Love Despoiled lyrics

As lone I sat one summer's day, With mien dejected, Love came by; His face distraught, his locks astray, So slow his gait, so sad his eye, I hailed him with a pitying cry: 'Pray, Love, what has disturbed thee so?' Said I, amazed. 'Thou seem'st bereft; And see thy quiver hanging low,-- What, not a single arrow left? Pray, who is guilty of this theft?' Poor Love looked in my face and cried: 'No thief were ever yet so bold To rob my quiver at my side. But Time, who rules, gave ear to Gold, And all my goodly shafts are sold.'