Submit Your Poems
Get Your Premium Membership

Sonnet XXXVI: Thou Purblind Boy

Comment on Sonnet XXXVI: Thou Purblind Boy and see more Michael Drayton poems below.

Written by Michael Drayton

Biography | Poems | Best Poems | Short Poems | Quotes | Email Poem - Sonnet XXXVI: Thou Purblind BoyEmail Poem

 Cupid Conjured

Thou purblind boy, since thou hast been so slack 
To wound her heart, whose eyes have wounded me, 
And suffer'd her to glory in my wrack, 
Thus to my aid I lastly conjure thee: 
By hellish Styx, by which the Thund'rer swears, 
By thy fair mother's unavoided power, 
By Hecate's names, by Proserpine's sad tears 
When she was rapt to the infernal bower, 
By thine own loved Psyche, by the fires 
Spent on thine alters flaming up to heav'n, 
By all true lovers' sighs, vows, and desires, 
By all the wounds that ever thou hast giv'n: 
I conjure thee by all that I have nam'd 
To make her love, or, Cupid, be thou damn'd.

Comment below this ad.

Top Michael Drayton Poems