Classic Poem

Come out my lads, make haste, come out and play,
For here's a lovely night, a night like day.
No star did ever in our sky appear
So pleasing, blushing, bright, serene, so clear.
The glancing rays are for my eyes too strong;
See what it is to be in prison long.
But hold — my sight's regained! O sweet surprise,
They are not stars which blind my sight, but eyes!
Fool that I was, when stars can only move
Our silent admiration, not our love;
But you move both, you wound at once and please,
And though you kill, yet still you love to gaze.
What lightning's this? Heav'ns, with what force it passes!
Dear ladies, hold away your burning glasses.
Pity our youth; be tender as you're fair;
So many painted arrows who can bear!
A truce, dear foes, we beg; we make proposal —
Just for three hours, those twinklers you would close all.
Or how can we pretend to act our parts
When you have pre-engaged our eyes, our hearts?
Conceal, sweet foes, your charming pretty looks;
Keep them as close as we would keep our books;
Or if you don't withdraw those killing graces,
I vow we'll swear the peace against your faces.
Hide them at least until the play be over,
And then let every lady kill her lover.