Ah, silly Cupid, do you make it coy To keep your seat in Cala's furrowed face? Think in her beauty what you did enjoy, And do not service done you so disgrace. She that refused not any shaft you shot, Lent dews to youth and sparks to old desire; If such flat homage be so soon forgot, Many good fellows will be out of hire. Good archers ever have two bows at least; With beauty faded shoot the elder sort, For though all be not to shoot at the best, Yet archers with their butting-bows make sport. The glory that men in good kingdoms see Is when both young and old in traffic be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LA RONDE DU DIABLE by AMY LOWELL PLAYING SOMEONE ELSE'S PIANO by KAREN SWENSON THREE SILENCES IN THAILAND by KAREN SWENSON GALAHAD IN THE CASTLE OF THE MAIDENS by SARA TEASDALE SHERIDAN AT CEDAR CREEK by HERMAN MELVILLE SONNET: 10 by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY |