SOFT Cupid, wanton, amorous boy, The other day, moved with my lyre, In flattering accents spoke his joy, And uttered thus his fond desire. Oh! raise thy voice! one song I ask; Touch the thy harmonious string; To Thyrsis easy is the task, Who can so sweetly play and sing. Two kisses from my mother dear, Thyrsis, thy due reward shall be; None, none, like beauty's queens is fair, Paris has vouched this truth for me. I straight replied, Thou know'st alone That brightest Chloe rules my breast, I'll sing thee two instead of one, If thou 'lt be kind, and make me blest. One kiss from Chloe's lips, no more I crave; he promised me success: I played with all my skill and power, My glowing passion to express. But oh! my Chloe, beauteous maid! Wilt thou the wished reward bestow? Wilt thou make good what love has said, And, by thy grant, his power show? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MIDSUMMER NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE CHRISMUS IS A-COMIN' by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR WORD-PORTRAITS: THE DESCRIPTION OF SIR GEOFFREY CHAUCER by ROBERT GREENE WHEN THE KYE CAME HOME by JAMES HOGG THE ODYSSEY: THE GARDENS OF ALCINOUS by HOMER TO ALISON CUNNINGHAM; FROM HER BOY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |