This toast is to a liar who Enchants us when he lies, Whose frank deceit is always sweet As breath of summer skies. The lies he tells ring wedding bells That might not ring, perchance. He jilts each one whose heart he's won; But never jilts Romance. Dan Cupid is the god of bliss Whose fiction is so gay. He springs his lies with quick surprise, And Reason flits away. He rides supreme through every scheme That sober minds may plan; But no one dares -- or really cares -- To interfere with Dan. We'd rather not disturb a plot That Cupid deigns to make -- We'd rather keep our wits asleep, For everybody's sake. We would not try -- not you nor I -- To set him right, in sooth; For we, my dear, might not be here, Had Cupid told the truth! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAND OF HEART'S DESIRE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS UPON MY LADY CARLISLE'S WALKING IN HAMPTON COURT GARDEN by JOHN SUCKLING ROUNDEL by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS MIRACLES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SHADOWS OF RECOLLECTION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE QUEEN IN FRANCE; AN ANCIENT SCOTTISH BALLAD by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: FATIMA by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |