AH tyrant Love, Megaera's serpents bearing, Why thus requite my sighs with venom'd smart? Ah ruthless dove, the vulture's talons wearing, Why flesh them, traitress, in this faithful heart? Is this my meed? Must dragons' teeth alone In Venus' lawns by lovers' hands be sown? Nay, gentlest Cupid; 't was my pride undid me; Nay, guiltless dove; by mine own wound I fell. To worship, not to wed, Celestials bid me: I dreamt to mate in heaven, and wake in hell; For ever doom'd, Ixion-like, to reel On mine own passions' ever-burning wheel. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: THE ROAD TO BUFFALO by KAREN SWENSON WRITTEN IN EMERSON'S ESSAYS by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE DEPARTURE OF THE GOOD DAEMON by ROBERT HERRICK HOME, SWEET HOME, FR. CLARI, THE MAID OF MILAN by JOHN HOWARD PAYNE IN THE WHITE LAND by KONSTANTIN DMITRIYEVICH BALMONT MONA LISA by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS |