LOVE used to carry a bow, you know, But now he carries a taper; It is either a length of wax aglow, Or a twist of lighted paper. I pondered a little about the scamp, And then I decided to follow His wandering journey to field and camp, Up hill, down dale or hollow. I dogged the rollicking, gay, young blade In every species of weather; Till, leading me straight to the home of a maid He left us there together. And then I saw it, oh, sweet surprise, The taper it set a-burning The love-light brimming my lady's eyes, And my heart with the fire of yearning. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARIA MINOR by MARGARET AVISON POVERTY PARTS GUDE COMPANIE by JOANNA BAILLIE WINTER IN IRELAND by CHARLES BEWLEY TO MY SWEETHEART by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE PASSING HOURS by HELENA A. BOOTH THE STRING AROUND MY FINGER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |