I dreamed that Cupid had lost his bow, And I saw it tonight in the sky, Caught on the tip of a silver cloud As it slowly drifted by. I wondered if he had been shooting at stars, And the arrow, released from his bow, Could have found a goal in the heart of Mars Where the war clouds hang so low.... And then, to my joy, I dreamed it had, (The god had fallen far!) The princely victim of Cupid's dart Was courting the evening star! My heart was a song as I visioned the world At peace with itself, and in tune. I awoke ... to find it only a dream, And the bow was just the new moon! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PURPLE COW by FRANK GELETT BURGESS THE DARKLING THRUSH by THOMAS HARDY A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 8 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN SONNET TO --. by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD AN EPISTLE, FROM THE AUTHOR TO HIS SISTER by JOHN BYROM |