LO, love again with glancing eyes That melt from under lids of jet Drives me with manifold sorceries Into the Cyprian's boundless net. Ah, how I tremble when he comes on, Like an old champion chariot-horse, Who drags the light car, when youth is gone, Unwillingly to the course. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SORROW SINGERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TUNK (A LECTURE ON MODERN EDUCATION) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE RAT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SUNSET FROM OMAHA HOTEL WINDOW by CARL SANDBURG THE IDAHO EGG WOMAN by KAREN SWENSON IN A CUBAN GARDEN by SARA TEASDALE |