Why, Sir Cupid, do you choose For your happy festival Just the bleakest month of all? Rosy June why don't you use, Or the dainty-fingered May, Or some jocund August day? "It's because I want to show How against dear Love's sweet reign Harshest seasons rage in vain; Ice and sleet and blinding snow But the blustering captives are, Chained to her triumphal car." Then, Sir Cupid, prithee tell Why your merry day should fall In the shortest month of all? Is your wonder-working spell As distinctly fugitive As the month in which you live? "Stay in shame your slanderous tongue! It is I, and none but I, Make this month so quickly fly. Lovers' time is ever young; And this month, were I not here, Were the longest of the year!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THEY ACCUSE ME OF NOT TALKING by HAYDEN CARRUTH FAITH by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MANHATTAN, 1609 by EDWIN MARKHAM TO A FRIEND WRITING ON CABARET DANCERS by EZRA POUND DEMOS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON OCTAVES: 2 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |