Why, Sir Cupid, do you choose For your happy festival Just the bleakest month of all? Rosy June why don't you use, Or the dainty-fingered May, Or some jocund August day? "It's because I want to show How against dear Love's sweet reign Harshest seasons rage in vain; Ice and sleet and blinding snow But the blustering captives are, Chained to her triumphal car." Then, Sir Cupid, prithee tell Why your merry day should fall In the shortest month of all? Is your wonder-working spell As distinctly fugitive As the month in which you live? "Stay in shame your slanderous tongue! It is I, and none but I, Make this month so quickly fly. Lovers' time is ever young; And this month, were I not here, Were the longest of the year!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 5. THE HOUSE BEAUTIFUL by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON MRS. HARRIS'S PETITION: TO EXCELLENCIES THE LORDS JUSTICES OF IRELAND by JONATHAN SWIFT FOR YOU O DEMOCRACY by WALT WHITMAN WHEN YOU ARE OLD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TIPPERARY: 4. BY OUR OWN A. E. HOUSMAN by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS IN THE BELFRY OF THE NIEUWE KERK by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |