In martial sports I had my cunning tried, And yet to break more staves did me address, While with the people's shouts, I must confess, Youth, luck and praise even filled my veins with pride; When Cupid, having me, his slave, descried In Mars's livery, prancing in the press: 'What now, sir fool,' said he; 'I would no less, Look here, I say.' I looked, and Stella spied, Who hard by made a window send forth light. My heart then quaked, then dazzled were mine eyes, One hand forgot to rule, th'other to fight; Nor trumpet's sound I heard, nor friendly cries; My foe came on, and beat the air for me, Till that her blush taught me my shame to see. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE BEAR by EDITH SITWELL SONNET: 16. TO THE LORD GENERAL CROMWELL, MAY 1652 by JOHN MILTON SONG by ARTHUR WILLIAM EDGAR O'SHAUGHNESSY DAWN AT LEXINGTON by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE SHADOWED ROAD by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE JEW'S APPEAL TO THE CHRISTIAN by J. W. BLENCOWE JR. |