Broken Sonnet ON CUPID

Oh, illusion of all illusions:

Art thou incarnated as Cupid?

Depicted ye art with wings,

And armed with love-shaft

Entwine ye so many innocent hearts,

And warmest thyself in their ‘perdu’ passion.

Thou drownest many hearts of sanctity: Love

Into your fathomless Lethe,

And createst many insane encomiasts

To eulogize thine illusion deeds:

As Apollo transformed Clytie to sunflower,

Thou endearest innocent hearts, bending towards you;

Caduceus, I pray unto thee, resurrect true-hearts

Whom the nebulous fiend, Cupid, has entombed.