Classic Poem

Hard, Cornificius, I declare,
Hard is the lot I'm doom'd to bear!
And ev'ry day, and ev'ry hour,
I live but to endure the more!
My injur'd heart indignant burns;
Why meets my love such cold returns?
Say, tho' thy words can sweetly flow,
Have they once sooth'd my bosom's woe?
Words, moving as those tearful lays
Which sang the sad Simonides!