HIS torch and quiver down sly Eros flung, An ox-goad took in hand, a wallet slung, Then yoked strong bulls and made the plough to train, And as he went the furrow sowed with grain. And looking up he said to Zeus, "Make full The harvest, or I'll yoke Europa's bull." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES ON HEARING THE ORGAN by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY ABRAHAM LINCOLN WALKS AT MIDNIGHT by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY |