In martial sports I had my cunning tried, And yet to break more staves did me address, While with the people's shouts, I must confess, Youth, luck and praise even filled my veins with pride; When Cupid, having me, his slave, descried In Mars's livery, prancing in the press: 'What now, sir fool,' said he; 'I would no less, Look here, I say.' I looked, and Stella spied, Who hard by made a window send forth light. My heart then quaked, then dazzled were mine eyes, One hand forgot to rule, th'other to fight; Nor trumpet's sound I heard, nor friendly cries; My foe came on, and beat the air for me, Till that her blush taught me my shame to see. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FISH-LEAP FALL by ROBERT FROST DEDICATION TO THE LATER SONNETS TO URANIA by GEORGE SANTAYANA NIGHT, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE DEATH AND DOCTOR HORNBOOK; A TRUE STORY by ROBERT BURNS AN ODE TO THE FRAMERS OF THE FRAME BILL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON MERCILES BEAUTE; A TRIPLE ROUNDEL: 2. REJECTION by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE LOVE OF CHRIST WHICH PASSETH KNOWLEDGE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |