THE childish God of Love did swear Thus: "By my awful bow and quiver, Yon' weeping, kissing, smiling pair, I'll scatter all their vows i' th' air, And their knit embraces shiver." Up then to th' head with his best art, Full of spite and envy blown, At her constant marble heart He draws his swiftest surest dart, Which bounded back, and hit his own. Now the prince of fires burns! Flames in the lustre of her eyes; Triumphant she refuses, scorns; He submits, adores, and mourns, And is his vot'ress' sacrifice. Foolish boy! Resolve me now What 'tis to sigh and not be heard. He, weeping, kneel'd, and made a vow, "The world shall love as yon' fast two"; So on his sing'd wings up he steer'd. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOE HILL LISTENS TO THE PRAYING by KENNETH PATCHEN SIBERIA by JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 23. SOONER WOUNDED THAN CURED by PHILIP AYRES WEST END FAIR by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ROSE D'AMOUR by MATHILDE BLIND PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY: OF FRIENDSHIP by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY |