Love surely was not sleeping When Cupid, slyly creeping, Found my heart's door ajar. I heard his bowstring singing, And arrows swiftly winging From near and from afar. I sought to hide my feeling As I felt hot blood stealing Tumultuous in its flow; My heart was pounding, beating, And loudly kept repeating That all the world might know. My secret shame I smother Within my home as cover— What did he think of me? What did I say, I wonder, With stutter and with blunder— The thought is misery. But hark, the bell is ringing And Cupid now is bringing His calling card to me; While downstairs he is waiting, Outside the birds are mating And singing, Love, of thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WINTER BLUEJAY by SARA TEASDALE MADEIRA FROM THE SEA by SARA TEASDALE EVENEN IN THE VILLAGE by WILLIAM BARNES THE COCK AND THE FOX, OR THE TALE OF THE NUN'S PRIEST by GEOFFREY CHAUCER SEA POPPIES by HILDA DOOLITTLE THE PARTY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR COLUMBUS [AUGUST 3, 1492] by JOHANN CHRISTOPH FRIEDRICH VON SCHILLER |