SOMETIMES when o'er pictures turning You have seen the man perchance, Who is for the battle yearning, Well-equipp'd with shield and lance. Yet young loves are hov'ring round him, Stealing lance and sword away; They with flow'ry chains have bound him Though he struggle in dismay. I, too, in such charming fetters, Bind myself with sad delight, And I leave it to my betters In time's mighty fight to fight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOUNTAINEER AND POET by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING MENAPHON: SAMELA by ROBERT GREENE WHEN THE FROST IS ON THE PUNKIN by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY TOUJOURS AMOUR by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN AN EPITAPH UPON THE DEATH OF SIR PHILIP SIDNEY by RICHARD BARNFIELD SONNET: 4 by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE SNOB by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |