EROS is missing. In the early morn Forth from his bed the rascal took his flight. Sweet are his tears; his smile is touched with scorn -- A nimble-tongued, swift-footed, fearless sprite! And he is winged; his hands a quiver bear. What farther 't was begot him none can tell, "He is not mine," Earth, Air, and Sea declare. That he's a foe to all, I know full well. So keep good watch: beware his snare's embrace; Even now his toils may in thy pathway lie. But look, who's that? Ah, there's his hiding- place! I see him, bow and all, in Chloe's eye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DREAM SONG: 1 by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE LION'S RIDE by FERDINAND FREILIGRATH HYMN TO SCIENCE by MARK AKENSIDE OMNES EODEM COGIMUR by AMMIANUS NOS IMMORTALES by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET PSALM 87 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. TO THE EVERLASTING NOW by EDWARD CARPENTER SONGS IN ABSENCE: 9. OUT OF SIGHT, OUT OF MIND by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |