LOVE is that childish play call'd Blind-man's buff. The fond youth gropes about till he is lost, Too late convinced of Reason's wise reproof When's little brains are dashed against a post. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TROY PARK: 1. THE WARMTH OF SPRING by EDITH SITWELL THE CHINESE LAUNDRYMAN by KAREN SWENSON THE ANGLER'S SONG by WILLIAM BASSE THE POOL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO MYRTILLA OF NEW YORK by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE WASPS: THE TRIAL OF THE DOG by ARISTOPHANES THE MOCKING-BIRD by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD WANDERING WILLIE by ROBERT BURNS LINES ON HEARING THAT LADY BYRON WAS ILL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |