I'VE sought for Cupid by day and night, But he always contrived to elude me, And kept discreetly out of my sight, Nor showed his face, the crafty wight, Nor e'er for a moment sued me. And often while for his face I sought I thought with a thrill I had found him, By my little wiles and my coaxing caught, Or even for gold ignobly bought, With his arrows and bow around him. But now my pulse gives a fresh, wild start, And a throb of joyous surprise, dear, As I see him, armed with his subtle dart, A fellow prisoner with my heart, In the depths of your hazel eyes, dear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WIDOW MCFARLANE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SAINT PATRICK by EDWIN MARKHAM THE WHITE CITY by CLAUDE MCKAY TO MR. THOMAS SOUTHERNE, ON HIS BIRTHDAY, 1742 by ALEXANDER POPE THE SEA by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER THE NEW YEAR by ALFRED TENNYSON THE TWO GLASSES by ELLA WHEELER WILCOX |