Cupid, his boy's play many times forbidden By Venus, who thinks Mars's best manhood boyish, While he shot all, still for not shooting chidden, Weeps himself blind to see that sex so coyish. And in this blindness wand'reth many places, Till his foe, absence, hath him prisoner gotten, Who breaks his arrows, bow and wings defaces, Keeps him till he his boy's play hath forgotten. Then lets him loose, no god of years, but hours, Cures and restores him all things, but his blindness, Forbids him nothing but the constant powers, Where absence never can have power of kindness. Ladies, this blind boy that ran from his mother Will ever play the wag with one or other. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DEATH OF A METAPHYSICIAN by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE LAND OF NOD by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE DEATH OF YE LIFE OF LOVE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT PSALM 117 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE BROOK by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THEODORE AND HONORIA by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO FLAME LILIES by CHRISTINE F. BRONSON |