CUPID, on hearing how divine The Venus is for whom I pine, Resolved my charmer to pursue. So much the beautiful he loves, And from his eyes the band removes, Better the wondrous work to view. Her dazzling charms assailed his heart, And wounded by his proper dart, Quick bandage me again (said he), And back to heaven for refuge flies. How, then, should I expect to see Aught to compare unto her eyes? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VASHTI by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER THE BRITISH CHURCH by GEORGE HERBERT CHILDREN by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR ODE TO SILENCE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 5. THE HOUSE BEAUTIFUL by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON TO CHILDREN: 1. FAIRY SONG by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |