@3From the Princess of Hanover@1 When Cupid fell from golden Hell To earth, sweet earth, Mid April blooms he tossed his plumes, And robbed the tongue of every bird In vain, in vain to tell The rapture Heaven has never heard, To tell the wondering earth His happy heavenly mirth. The airy flight of blossoms white Pale, pale and frail, He first pursued he gently wooed, And flying, sighing let them go, Weary for some delight That may not in their beauty grow, Their petals argent pale That heavenward, earthward sail. When Cupid knew how roses blew, Rose, rose red, How deep in June they steep the noon In orient odours, triumphing dyes— When love the wanderer knew, He stooped his wing and yonder lies, Choosing a royal bed Of roses, roses red. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHN KEATS (1) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON CORIDON'S SONG (IN ISAAK WALTON'S 'COMPLEAT ANGLER') by JOHN CHALKHILL SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 2 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY THE FOREIGN SAILOR by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PIANO TUNING by MARIANNE BORUCH |