Beauty, since you so much desire To know the place of Cupid's fire, About you somewhere doth it rest, Yet never harbour'd in your breast, Nor gout-like in your heel or toe, -- What fool would seek Love's flame so low? But a little higher, but a little higher, There, there, O there lies Cupid's fire. Think not, when Cupid most you scorn, Men judge that you of ice were born; For though you cast love at your heel, His fury yet sometimes you feel: And whereabouts if you would know, I tell you still not in your toe: But a little higher, but a little higher, There, there, O there lies Cupid's fire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YARN OF THE 'NANCY BELL' by WILLIAM SCHWENCK GILBERT HYMN TO CONTENT by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD PSALM 51 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ASPIRATIONS: 1 by MATHILDE BLIND A SOUL'S LOSS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: WARNINGS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |