When Love was born I think he lay Right warm on Venus' breast, And whiles he smiled and whiles would play And whiles would take his rest. But always, folded out of sight, The wings were growing strong That were to bear him off in flight Erelong, erelong. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET - REALITIES: 1 by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS IN SICKNESS (1714) by JONATHAN SWIFT ANNIVERSARIUM BAPTISMI (1) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT ON CHRISTMAS EVE by ZOE KINCAID BROCKMAN LYNTON VERSES: 5 by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |