AH tyrant Love, Megaera's serpents bearing, Why thus requite my sighs with venom'd smart? Ah ruthless dove, the vulture's talons wearing, Why flesh them, traitress, in this faithful heart? Is this my meed? Must dragons' teeth alone In Venus' lawns by lovers' hands be sown? Nay, gentlest Cupid; 't was my pride undid me; Nay, guiltless dove; by mine own wound I fell. To worship, not to wed, Celestials bid me: I dreamt to mate in heaven, and wake in hell; For ever doom'd, Ixion-like, to reel On mine own passions' ever-burning wheel. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEA UNICORNS AND LAND UNICORNS by MARIANNE MOORE AMERICA by SAMUEL FRANCIS SMITH FIRST ICE by KENNETH SLADE ALLING LET HER SLEEP! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS CLOUDS by EDUARD VON BAUERNFELD YOUR NEIGHBOR by H. HOWARD BIGGAR |