SEE, Cupid, we have found our lovely foe, Who slights thy pow'r, and does my flame despise, Now thou art arm'd with all thy shafts and bow, And she at mercy 'twixt two enemies. Asleep she's laid upon this bed of flowers, Her charms the sole defence to save her breast; Thoughtless of injur'd me, or of thy powers; Oh, that a guilty soul can take such rest! Now may'st thou eas'ly with a single dart Revenge thyself, and me, upon her heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER THE QUARREL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE ANGELUS; HEARD AT THE MISSION DOLORES IN SAN FRANCISCO, 1868 by FRANCIS BRET HARTE AN OLD SWEETHEART [OF MINE] by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY THE MAID OF NEIDPATH by WALTER SCOTT |