Cupid, in Myra's fair bewitching eyes, Where beauty shows the miracles of pleasure, When thou lay'st bound for honor's sacrifice, Sworn to thy hate, equality and measure, With open hand thou offered'st me her heart, Thy bow and arrows, if I would conspire, To ruin honor, with whose frozen art She tyrannized thy kingdom of desire. I, glad to dwell and reign in such perfections, Gave thee my reason, memory, and sense, In them to work thy mystical reflections Against which nature can have no defense; And wilt thou now to nourish my despair Both head and feather all thy shafts with fear? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOSTON EVENING TRANSCRIPT by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT BALLADE OF BLUE CHINA by ANDREW LANG DANSE RUSSE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A MOTH FOUND ON THE FLOOR by EDNA M. BECKER GARIBALDI by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TO MISS FERRIER; ENCLOSING THE ELEGY ON SIR J. H. BLAIR by ROBERT BURNS |