One day the God of fond desire, On mischief bent, to Damon said, "Why not disclose your tender fire, Not own it to the lovely maid!" The shepherd mark'd his treacherous art, And, softly sighing, thus replied: "'Tis true, you have subdued my heart, But shall not triumph o'er my pride. The slave, in private only bears Your bondage, who his love conceals; But when his passion he declares, You drag him at your chariot-wheels." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAITING - BOTH by THOMAS HARDY TO MY NINETH DECADE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 39. WON BY SUBTILTY by PHILIP AYRES GARDEN THOUGHTS by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN THE COMPARISON by THOMAS CAREW |