WHEN first I came to Court, Fa la! When first I came to Court, I deemed Dan Cupid but a boy, And Love an idle sport, A sport whereat a man might toy With little hurt and mickle joy -- When first I came to Court! Too soon I found my fault, Fa la! Too soon I found my fault; The fairest of the fair brigade Advanced to mine assault. Alas! against an adverse maid Nor fosse can serve nor palisade -- Too soon I found my fault! When SILVIA'S eyes assail, Fa la! When SILVIA'S eyes assail, No feint the arts of war can show, No counterstroke avail; Naught skills but arms away to throw, And kneel before that lovely foe, When SILVIA'S eyes assail! Yet is all truce in vain, Fa la! Yet is all truce in vain, Since she that spares doth still pursue To vanquish once again; And naught remains for man to do But fight once more, to yield anew, And so all truce is vain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLACES: 2. FULL MOON (SANTA BARBARA) by SARA TEASDALE THE CRISIS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE BELLS AT MIDNIGHT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE OLD SCOTTISH CAVALIER by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: ASTARTE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON PACK-TRIP SUITE by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT SNOWFLAKES by HOMER HIGH CALHOUN |