Cupid did pine; Venus that loved her son, Or lacked her sport, did look with heavy heart; The gods are called, a council is begun, Delphos is sought, and AEsculapius' art. Apollo saith, Love is a relative, Whose being only must in others be; As bodies do their shadows keep alive, So Eros must with Anteros agree; They found him out a mate with whom to play, Love straight enjoyed, and pined no more away. Caelica, this image figures forth my heart, Where Venus mourns and Cupid prospers not, For this is my affection's overthwart, That I remember what you have forgot; And while in you myself I seek to find, I see that you yourself have lost your mind. When I would joy, as I was wont to do, Your thoughts are changed, and not the same to me; My love that lacks her playfellow in you, Seeks up and down, but blinded cannot see. The boy hath stol'n your thoughts some other way, Where wantonlike they do with many play. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MERLIN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON BUCOLIC COMEDY: SERENADE by EDITH SITWELL A HILLSIDE THAW by ROBERT FROST SONGS WITH PRELUDES: REGRET by JEAN INGELOW AFTER THE PLEASURE PARTY by HERMAN MELVILLE |