I saw three Cupids (so I dream'd), Who made three kites, on which were drawn, In letters that like roses gleam'd, 'Plato,' 'Anacreon,' and 'Vaughan.' The boy who held by Plato tried His airy venture first; all sail, It heav'nward rush'd till scarce descried, Then pitch'd and dropp'd, for want of tail. Anacreon's Love, with shouts of mirth That pride of spirit thus should fall, To his kite link'd a lump of earth, And, lo, it would not soar at all. Last, my disciple freighted his With a long streamer made of flowers, The children of the sod, and this Rose in the sun, and flew for hours. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEEDLE THREADER IN NEED OF A NEEDLE by DARA WIER FIRST OR LAST (SONG) by THOMAS HARDY YUSSOUF by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE DRUM: THE NARRATIVE OF THE DEMON OF TEDWORTH by EDITH SITWELL THE BOBBIN-WINDER by JOSEPHINE ELIZABETH ARCHER BLIND FOLK by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE WATER TOWER AT WALDO by DAISY MARITA BISHOP |