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...ECHOES: 6 by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE PILGRIM FATHERS by JOHN PIERPONT PURSUIT AND POSSESSION by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH FOR EVER AND EVERMORE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) CAPTAIN TOM AND CAPTAIN HUGH by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN PREPARATION by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |