Classic Poem

Dear, though your mind stand so averse
That no assaulting words can pierce,
Your swift and angry flight forbear.
What need you doubt? what need you fear?
In vain I strive your thoughts to move,
But stay and hear me yet, sweet Love.

Words may entreat you, not enforce,
Speak though I might till I were hoarse.
Already you resolve, I know,
No gentle look or grace to show.
My passions all must hapless rove;
But stay and hear me yet, sweet Love.

Sith here no help nor hope remains
To ease my grief or end my pains,
I 'll seek in lowest shades to find
Rest for my heart, peace for my mind.
Go thou, more cruel far than fair,
And now leave me to my despair.