Classic Poem

As o'er Asteria's fields I rove,
The blissful seat of peace and love,
Ten thousand beauties round me rise,
And mingle pleasure with surprise.
By Nature bless'd in every part,
Adorn'd with every grace of art,
This paradise of blooming joys
Each raptur'd sense at once employs."

But when I view the radiant queen
Who form'd this fair enchanting scene,
Pardon, ye grots! ye crystal floods!
Ye breathing flow'rs! ye shady woods!
Your coolness now no more invites,
No more your murmuring stream delights;
Your sweets decay, your verdure's flown;
My soul's intent on her alone.