Classic Poem

I.

A H cease to grieve, fond fluttering Heart,
Thy charming Conqueror returns;
Hence every Doubt each Fear depart,
The Youth with equal Passion burns.

II.

Haste, gentle Winds, and waft him here,
Nor long my lov'd Philander keep;
Grant, Queen of Love, a Lover's Prayer,
Sooth into Smiles thy native Deep.

III.

While I thy gentle Power address,
View the dear Object of my Care;
View him, bright Goddess, and confess
A lovelier Adonis there.

IV.

Then can my Vows be fruitless paid,
When in that love-inspiring Form;
Those melting Graces are display'd,
Which your celestial Breast cou'd warm.

V.

Come then, my Soul's Enslaver, come,
To these fond Eyes their Bliss restore;
Be these encircling Arms thy Home,
And fate shall never part us more.