Love surely was not sleeping When Cupid, slyly creeping, Found my heart's door ajar. I heard his bowstring singing, And arrows swiftly winging From near and from afar. I sought to hide my feeling As I felt hot blood stealing Tumultuous in its flow; My heart was pounding, beating, And loudly kept repeating That all the world might know. My secret shame I smother Within my home as cover— What did he think of me? What did I say, I wonder, With stutter and with blunder— The thought is misery. But hark, the bell is ringing And Cupid now is bringing His calling card to me; While downstairs he is waiting, Outside the birds are mating And singing, Love, of thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PENITENTIAL PSALM: 143. DOMINE EXAUDI by THOMAS WYATT THE FORCE OF LOVE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE LAY OF THE LOVELORN; PARODY OF TENNYSON'S 'LOCKSLEY HALL' by THEODORE MARTIN PROTHALAMION by EDMUND SPENSER HAVE YOU PLANTED A TREE? by HENRY ABBEY |