Classic Poem

Let others boast their face or air,
Delia's of ev'ry charm possest,
The fairest she of all the fair,
Made up of ev'ry creature's best.

Describe her, whom you thus adore:—
But how shall I her charms express?
Should I exhaust description's store,
Words would but make her beauty less.

How much I feel, to those, who love
I need not tell in labour'd strain;
To those, who have not learn'd to prove
My feelings, I would tell in vain.

A mistress charms her lover's eyes,
A mistress fires her lover's zeal,
With beauties only he descries,
With raptures only he can feel.

The colour in her cheeks might meet
Its equal in the rose's bloom;
But ah! her kisses far more sweet
Excel the roses in perfume.

What is there can with her compare?
Velvet is soft, and lillies white;
But like her skin are lillies fair?
Can velvet like her touch delight?

Though pleas'd, the music of the grove,
And song of nighingales, I hear;
Yet, like the voice of her I love,
They ne'er can charm my list'ning ear.

Tell us what happy spot is blest
With presence of a nymph so fair?
Ah! could you look into my breast,
She reigns enthron'd in beauty there!