LOVE used to carry a bow, you know, But now he carries a taper; It is either a length of wax aglow, Or a twist of lighted paper. I pondered a little about the scamp, And then I decided to follow His wandering journey to field and camp, Up hill, down dale or hollow. I dogged the rollicking, gay, young blade In every species of weather; Till, leading me straight to the home of a maid He left us there together. And then I saw it, oh, sweet surprise, The taper it set a-burning The love-light brimming my lady's eyes, And my heart with the fire of yearning. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH IN A CHURCH-YARD IN CHARLESTON, SOUTH CAROLINA by AMY LOWELL THE BURIAL OF BOSTON CORBETT (ONE WARDEN TO ANOTHER) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS OLD POETS by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER WAITING FOR THE GRAPES by WILLIAM MAGINN APRIL by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE THE SHOES THAT DANCED by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE HOLY DUST by JULIEN AUGUSTE PELAGE BRIZEUX |