As after noon, one summer's day, <br />Venus stood bathing in a river; <br />Cupid a-shooting went that way, <br />New strung his bow, new fill'd his quiver. <br /> <br />With skill he chose his sharpest dart: <br />With all his might his bow he drew: <br />Swift to his beauteous parent's heart <br />The too well-guided arrow flew. <br /> <br />I faint! I die! the Goddess cry'd: <br />O cruel, could'st thou find none other, <br />To wreck thy spleen on? Parricide! <br />Like Nero, thou hast slain thy mother. <br /> <br />Poor Cupid sobbing scarce could speak; <br />Indeed, Mamma, I did not know ye: <br />Alas! how easy my mistake? <br />I took you for your likeness, Cloe.<br /><br />Matthew Prior<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cupid-mistaken/
