I saw three Cupids (so I dream'd), Who made three kites, on which were drawn, In letters that like roses gleam'd, 'Plato,' 'Anacreon,' and 'Vaughan.' The boy who held by Plato tried His airy venture first; all sail, It heav'nward rush'd till scarce descried, Then pitch'd and dropp'd, for want of tail. Anacreon's Love, with shouts of mirth That pride of spirit thus should fall, To his kite link'd a lump of earth, And, lo, it would not soar at all. Last, my disciple freighted his With a long streamer made of flowers, The children of the sod, and this Rose in the sun, and flew for hours. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SENTINEL SONGS: 1 by ABRAM JOSEPH RYAN THE EPITAPH IN FORM OF A BALLAD by FRANCOIS VILLON LILIES: 24 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: HOW SHALL I BUILD by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE STEALING OF THE MARE; AN ARABIC EPIC OF THE TENTH CENTURY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LAST CRUSADER by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON A DIALOGUE ABOUT COMPELLING A PERSON TO TAKE OATHS TO THE GOVERNMENT by JOHN BYROM |