Beauty, since you so much desire To know the place of Cupid's fire, About you somewhere doth it rest, Yet never harbour'd in your breast, Nor gout-like in your heel or toe, -- What fool would seek Love's flame so low? But a little higher, but a little higher, There, there, O there lies Cupid's fire. Think not, when Cupid most you scorn, Men judge that you of ice were born; For though you cast love at your heel, His fury yet sometimes you feel: And whereabouts if you would know, I tell you still not in your toe: But a little higher, but a little higher, There, there, O there lies Cupid's fire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ESTRANGEMENT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHILD OF MY HEART by EDWIN MARKHAM SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: THE VILLAGE ATHEIST by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONG OF THE MOON by CLAUDE MCKAY MIDSUMMER FROST (1) by ISAAC ROSENBERG |