LITTLE Love into my bosom darted, He kindled a flame there and then departed: From his fluttering wings as he fled, the air Blew out the flame he had kindled there: Little Love flew to my bosom once more, And kindled a flame as he'd done before; The fire that he lighted now blaz'd so high The flame caught his wings as he spread them to fly; And in spite of himself Little Love must stay, For his pinions are burnt and won't bear him away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: FINDING OF THE BODY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE DESCRIPTION OF COOKHAM by AEMILIA (BASSANO) LANYER IN ANSWER TO QUESTION FROM GREEK GRAMMAR: WHAT FUTURES SPEAK by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD EPITAPH ON THE SECRETARY TO THE MUSES by JANE BARKER YELLOW CLOVER by KATHARINE LEE BATES SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 37 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |