SONNET ON CUPID

Oh! illusion of all illusions

Art thou incarnated as Cupid?

Depicted ye with wings

And hath armed with love-shaft

Entwines ye many hearts of innocence

And warms thyself in their perdu passion

Thou drowns many hearts of sanctity love

Into your fathomless Lethe

And creates many insane encomiast

To eulogize thy illusion deeds

As Apollo transformed Clytie to sunflower

Thou endears innocent hearts bend towards you

Cadeceus, I pray unto thee, resurrect true-hearts

Whom the nebulous, fiend Cupid has entombed.