COURTED by Cupids, and the amorous air, Upon a shady throne, at her repose, She sate, than whom, none e'er so sweet or fair: It was the Queen of Flowers, the blushing rose. With no less pride, upon his bed of state, A Lily, pale with envy, look'd that way; With humble flowers, encompass'd round he sate, And scorn'd the sceptre at her feet to lay. To arms, with thorns and prickles, they prepare And each designs to try it out by war; Till on good counsel, they in rule combine: So in your face, the lovely White and Red, Cynthia, I see all quarrels banished, And Rose and Lily do in empire join. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BURNING DAWN by HAYDEN CARRUTH SONG OF TWO CROWS by HAYDEN CARRUTH FISH-LEAP FALL by ROBERT FROST THE LIFE SO SHORT by EAMON GRENNAN THE LEAVES OF THE TREE HIDE THE SUN by DAVID IGNATOW SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EUGENE CARMAN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MAGRADY GRAHAM by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ON AN UNFINISHED STATUE BY MICHAEL ANGELO by GEORGE SANTAYANA |