SEE, Cupid, we have found our lovely foe, Who slights thy pow'r, and does my flame despise, Now thou art arm'd with all thy shafts and bow, And she at mercy 'twixt two enemies. Asleep she's laid upon this bed of flowers, Her charms the sole defence to save her breast; Thoughtless of injur'd me, or of thy powers; Oh, that a guilty soul can take such rest! Now may'st thou eas'ly with a single dart Revenge thyself, and me, upon her heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE FALL by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE HARD TIMES IN ELFLAND; A STORY OF CHRISTMAS EVE by SIDNEY LANIER THE TOURNAMENT by SIDNEY LANIER TO -, WITH A ROSE by SIDNEY LANIER WAITER IN A CALIFORNIA VIETNAMESE RESTURANT by CLARENCE MAJOR |