Am I in fairy land? or tell me, pray, To what love-lighted bower I've found my way? Sure luckless wight was never more beguiled In woodland maze, or closely-tangled wild. And is this Cupid's realm? if so, good bye! Cupid, and Cupid's votaries, I fly; No offering to his altar do I bring, No bleeding heart -- or hymeneal ring, What though he proudly marshals his array Of conquered hearts, still bleeding in his way; Of sighs, of kisses sweet, of glances sly, Playing around some darkly-beauteous eye? What though the rose of beauty opening wide, Blooms but for him, and fans his lordly pride? What though his garden boasts the fairest flower That ever dew-drop kissed, or pearly shower; Still, Cupid, I'm no votary to thee; Thy torch of light will never blaze for me; I ask no glance of thine, I ask no sigh; I brave thy fury, and thus boldly fly! Adieu, then, and for evermore, adieu! Ye poor entangled ones, farewell to you! And, O ye powers! a hapless mortal prays For guidance through this labyrinthine maze. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VERY EARLY SPRING by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SONNET: CUPID AND VENUS by MARK ALEXANDER BOYD THE BELEAGUERED CITY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE BRAVEST BATTLE by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER SHE BEGINING TO STUDY PHISICK ... FALLS INTO A DEGRESSION ON ANATOMY by JANE BARKER |