THE childish God of Love did swear Thus: "By my awful bow and quiver, Yon' weeping, kissing, smiling pair, I'll scatter all their vows i' th' air, And their knit embraces shiver." Up then to th' head with his best art, Full of spite and envy blown, At her constant marble heart He draws his swiftest surest dart, Which bounded back, and hit his own. Now the prince of fires burns! Flames in the lustre of her eyes; Triumphant she refuses, scorns; He submits, adores, and mourns, And is his vot'ress' sacrifice. Foolish boy! Resolve me now What 'tis to sigh and not be heard. He, weeping, kneel'd, and made a vow, "The world shall love as yon' fast two"; So on his sing'd wings up he steer'd. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOFT AT NIGHT by VIRGINIA ABEL VERSES, OCCASIONED BY AN AFFECTING INSTANCE OF SUDDEN DEATH by BERNARD BARTON URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THIS STORY MORALIZED by WILLIAM BASSE CAPTAIN BING by LYMAN FRANK BAUM AFTER CONSTRUING by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON CRICKET ON THE HEARTH by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER HOPE DEFERRED by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE DEEPS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN CLEVEDON VERSES: 9. THE VOICES OF NATURE by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |