Mary Robinson ( )


Cupid Sleeping


[Inscribed to Her Grace the Duchess of Devonshire.]


CLOSE in a woodbines tangled shade, 
The BLOOMING GOD asleep was laid; 
His brows with mossy roses crownd; 
His golden darts lay scatterd round; 
To shade his auburn, curled head, 
A purple canopy was spread, 
Which gently with the breezes playd, 
And shed around a softend shade. 
Upon his downy smiling cheek, 
Adorned with many a dimple sleek, 
Beamd glowing health and tender blisses, 
His coral lip which teemd with kisses 
Ripe, glistend with ambrosial dew, 
That mockd the roses deepest hue. 
His quiver on a bough was hung, 
His bow lay carelessly unstrung: 
His breath mild odour scatterd round, 
His eyes an azure fillet bound: 
On every side did zephyrs play, 
To fan the sultry beams of day; 
While the soft tenants of the grove, 
Attund their notes to plaintive Love. 

Thus lay the Boywhen DEVONS feet 
Unknowing reachd the lone retreat; 
Surprizd, to see the beauteous child 
Of every dangrous powr beguild! 
Approaching near his mossy bed, 
Soft whispring to herself she said:
 Thou little imp, whose potent art 
 Bows low with grief the FEELING HEART; 
 Whose thirst insatiate, loves to sip 
 The nectar from the ruby lip; 
 Whose barbrous joy is prone to seek 
 The soft carnation of the cheek; 
 Now, bid thy tyrant sway farewell, 
 As thus I break each magic spell:  
Snatchd from the bough, where high it hung, 
Oer her white shoulder straight she flung 
The burnishd quiver, golden dart, 
And each vain emblem of his art; 
Borne from his powr they now are seen, 
The attributes of BEAUTYS QUEEN! 
While LOVE in secret hides his tears; 
DIAN the form of VENUS wears!



Mary Robinson's other poems:
  1. Sonnet 13. Bring, Brick to Deck My Brow
  2. Ode to Melancholy
  3. Ode to Valour
  4. Sonnet 9. Ye, Who in Alleys Green
  5. Sonnet 24. O Thou! Meek Orb


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