Classic Poem

I did but look and love awhile,
— 'Twas but for one half-hour;
Then to resist I had no will,
— And now I have no power.

To sigh and wish, is all my ease:
— Sighs which do heat impart
Enough to melt the coldest ice,
— Yet cannot warm your heart.

Oh! would your pity give my heart
— One corner of your breast,
'Twould learn of yours the winning art,
— And quickly steal the rest.

I did but look and love awhile,
— 'Twas but for one half-hour;
Then to resist I had no will,
— And now I have no power.

To sigh and wish, is all my ease:
— Sighs which do heat impart
Enough to melt the coldest ice,
— Yet cannot warm your heart.

Oh! would your pity give my heart
— One corner of your breast,
'Twould learn of yours the winning art,
— And quickly steal the rest.