Classic Poem

Why lovely Boy, why fly'st thou mee
That languish in these flames for Thee?
I' me black, tis true: why so is Night,
And Love does in dark Shades delight.
The whole World, doe but close thine Ey,
Will seeme to thee as black as I,
Or op't, & view what a black shade
Is by thine owne faire Body made
That followes thee where ere thou goe;
(O who allow'd would not doe so,)
Let mee for ever dwell so nigh
And thou shalt need no other shade then I.