His mother dear Cupid offended late, Because that Mars, grown slacker in her love, With pricking shot he did not throughly move, To keep the pace of their first loving state. The boy refused, for fear of Mars's hate, Who threatened stripes if he his wrath did prove. But she in chafe him from her lap did shove, Brake bow, brake shafts, while Cupid weeping sate: Till that his grandame, Nature, pitying it, Of Stella's brows made him two better bows, And in her eyes of arrows infinite. O how for joy he leaps, O how he crows, And straight therewith, like wags new got to play, Falls to shrewd turns; and I was in his way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LONELY DEATH by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY THAT SUCH HAVE DIED by EMILY DICKINSON RECONCILIATION by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL PRESIDENT LINCOLN'S BURIAL HYMN by WALT WHITMAN A GIFT OF SPRING by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE ROSEBUSH AND THE TRINITY by ALFRED BARRETT |