WHEN first I came to Court, Fa la! When first I came to Court, I deemed Dan Cupid but a boy, And Love an idle sport, A sport whereat a man might toy With little hurt and mickle joy -- When first I came to Court! Too soon I found my fault, Fa la! Too soon I found my fault; The fairest of the fair brigade Advanced to mine assault. Alas! against an adverse maid Nor fosse can serve nor palisade -- Too soon I found my fault! When SILVIA'S eyes assail, Fa la! When SILVIA'S eyes assail, No feint the arts of war can show, No counterstroke avail; Naught skills but arms away to throw, And kneel before that lovely foe, When SILVIA'S eyes assail! Yet is all truce in vain, Fa la! Yet is all truce in vain, Since she that spares doth still pursue To vanquish once again; And naught remains for man to do But fight once more, to yield anew, And so all truce is vain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COUNSEIL TO A BACHELER by MARIANNE MOORE COLLOQUE SENTIMENTAL by PAUL VERLAINE EPITAPH ON HIMSELF by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE POOR LIL' BRACK SHEEP by ETHEL M. C. BRAZELTON AUTUMN WIND by ALFRED D. BUTTS OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 4 by THOMAS CAMPION THE HYMNARY: 320. WHITSUNTIDE by CHARLES COFFIN TO A FRIEND, TOGETHER WITH AN UNFINISHED POEM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |