WHEN the god of merry love As yet in his cradle lay, Thus his withered nurse did say: 'Thou a wanton boy wilt prove To deceive the powers above; For in thy continual smiling I see thy power of beguiling'. Therewith she the babe did kiss; When a sudden fire outcame From those burning lips of his, That did her with love inflame. But none would regard the same: So that, to her day of dying, The old wretch lived ever crying. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINTER SONG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD HUMAN LIFE: ON THE DENIAL OF IMMORTALITY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE PORTENT by HERMAN MELVILLE SONG, WRITTEN AT SEA, IN THE FIRST DUTCH WAR, 1665 ... by CHARLES SACKVILLE (1637-1706) THE LOW-DOWN WHITE by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE THE SHIPS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH HAWTHORN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |