DARTS, Torch, or Bow, the Muses do not fear, They love and follow Cupid ev'ry where, And him whose breast his arrows cannot reach, They all avoid, refusing him to teach. But if Love's fire begin to warm a heart, They straight inspire it with their sacred art; Let none with subtil logic this deny, For I too well the truth can testify. If Men or Gods I strive to celebrate, My music's discord, and my verse is flat: For Love, or Lycis, when my vein I show, My viol's tun'd, and sweetest numbers flow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SURFACES AND MASKS; 12 by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: RICHARD BONE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HOLES BORED IN A WORKBAG BY THE SCISSORS by MARIANNE MOORE THE ART OF POETRY; TO CHARLES MORICE by PAUL VERLAINE EPITAPH ON A HARE by WILLIAM COWPER IN A LIBRARY by EMILY DICKINSON |