One day the God of fond desire, On mischief bent, to Damon said, "Why not disclose your tender fire, Not own it to the lovely maid!" The shepherd mark'd his treacherous art, And, softly sighing, thus replied: "'Tis true, you have subdued my heart, But shall not triumph o'er my pride. The slave, in private only bears Your bondage, who his love conceals; But when his passion he declares, You drag him at your chariot-wheels." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTHER'S LOVE by THOMAS BURBIDGE HIC VIR, HIC EST' by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY APRIL'S LAMBS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES CHRISTMAS CAROL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR YESTERDAY AND TOMORROW by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR LINCOLN'S BIRTHDAY by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS |