I SAW, in secret to my dame How little Cupid humbly came, And sayd to her 'All hayle, my mother!' But when he saw me laugh, for shame His face with bashfull blood did flame, Not knowing Venus from the other. 'Then, never blush, Cupid,' quoth I, 'For many have err'd in this beauty.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BERG (A DREAM) by HERMAN MELVILLE TO CHARLOTTE PULTENEY [IN HER MOTHER'S ARMS] by AMBROSE PHILIPS THE BURDEN OF NINEVEH by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI AN HYMN OF HEAVENLY BEAUTY by EDMUND SPENSER THE QUIET PILGRIM by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS THE PRAYER OF AGASSIZ by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |