As Diane hunted on a day, She chaunst to come where Cupid lay, His quiver by his head: One of his shafts she stole away, And one of hers did close convay Into the others stead: With that Love wounded my loves hart, But Diane beasts with Cupids dart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EGOISME A DEUX' by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE GAMBOLS OF CHILDREN by GEORGE DARLEY SONNET ON FAME (2) by JOHN KEATS OF MAIDENS' PRAISE: AN INVOCATION by SAINT ALDHELM A LULLABY by THOMALLY HOLBECH ANDERSON VERSES IN A WATCH by WILLIAM CZAR BRADLEY THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: THE DEATH OF KING HACON by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |