William Blake: To Chloe's breast young Cupid slily stole, But he crept in at Myra's pocket-hole.

To Chloe's breast young Cupid slily stole, But he crept in at Myra's pocket-hole — William Blake

To Chloe's breast young Cupid slily stole, But he crept in at Myra's pocket-hole.

William Blake

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