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.