Cupid, thou naughty boy, when thou wert loathed, Naked and blind, for vagabonding noted, Thy nakedness I in my reason clothed, Mine eyes I gave thee, so was I devoted. Fie, wanton, fie, who would show children kindness? No sooner he into mine eyes was gotten But straight he clouds them with a seeing blindness, Makes reason wish that reason were forgotten. From thence to Myra's eyes the wanton strayeth, Where while I charge him with ungrateful measure, So with fair wonders he mine eyes betrayeth, That my wounds and his wrongs become my pleasure; Till for more spite to Myra's heart he flyeth, Where living to the world, to me he dieth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TEMPER (1) by GEORGE HERBERT IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 55 by ALFRED TENNYSON A GARDEN SPOT by PRINGLE BARRET HARVEST by GERTRUDE RYDER BENNETT SEPTEMBER: FEAST OF ST. PARTRIDGE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A BLIND GIRL WEAVING by HELEN CHLADEK |