SEE, Cupid, we have found our lovely foe, Who slights thy pow'r, and does my flame despise, Now thou art arm'd with all thy shafts and bow, And she at mercy 'twixt two enemies. Asleep she's laid upon this bed of flowers, Her charms the sole defence to save her breast; Thoughtless of injur'd me, or of thy powers; Oh, that a guilty soul can take such rest! Now may'st thou eas'ly with a single dart Revenge thyself, and me, upon her heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY FATHER'S FACE by HAYDEN CARRUTH ON THE INFLATION OF THE CURRENCY, 1919 by ROBERT FROST SYMPATHY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO THE MEMORY OF INEZ MILHOLLAND by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO TWO UNKNOWN LADIES by AMY LOWELL A CERTAIN POET ON THE DEBATES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |