Why, how now Cupid, do you covet change? And from a stealer to a keeper's state, With barkings, dogs, do you the coverts range, That carried bread to still them but of late? What shall we do that with your bow are wounded? Your bow which blindeth each thing it doth hit, Since fear and lust in you are so confounded, As your hot fire bears water still in it. Play not the fool, for though your dogs be good, Hardy, loud, earnest, and of little sleep, Yet mad desires with cries are not withstood; They must be better armed that mean to keep; And since unweaponed care makes men forlorn, Let me first make your dog an unicorn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINGED MAN by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE STORY OF SEVENTY-SIX by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE JOURNEY by EMILY DICKINSON COUNTING THE BEATS by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES CHRISTMAS IN INDIA by RUDYARD KIPLING IN THE NEOLITHIC AGE by RUDYARD KIPLING THE PRINCESS: SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON |