Of purpose love chose first for to be blind, For he with sight of that that I behold Vanquished had been against all godly kind; His bow your hand and truss should have unfold, And he with me to serve had been assigned. But, for he blind and reckless would him hold, And still by chance his deadly strokes bestow, With such as see I serve and suffer woe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: CUPID AND VENUS by MARK ALEXANDER BOYD THE BROOKSIDE by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES THE RUSTIC LAD'S LAMENT IN THE TOWN by DAVID MACBETH MOIR THE ECLOGUE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE PIKE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |