LITTLE Love into my bosom darted, He kindled a flame there and then departed: From his fluttering wings as he fled, the air Blew out the flame he had kindled there: Little Love flew to my bosom once more, And kindled a flame as he'd done before; The fire that he lighted now blaz'd so high The flame caught his wings as he spread them to fly; And in spite of himself Little Love must stay, For his pinions are burnt and won't bear him away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO SIR HENRY CARY by BEN JONSON FRIENDSHIP [OR, THE TRUE FRIEND] by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE A HERO OF SAN JUAN HILL by OLIVA WARD BUSH THE BOROUGH: LETTER 13. THE ALMS-HOUSE AND TRUSTEES by GEORGE CRABBE P IS FOR POOL by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |