Classic Poem

A thousand tongues have sung thy praises, Love
And myriad hearts have owned thy sovran sway,
While I, alone of all mankind, may say
I have no heart, or thou no power to move.
How oft, how eagerly, I've longed to prove
Thy vaunted strength. Then wherefore dost delay
Thy timely coming, God of bloomy May,
Liege Lord of sighing swain and cooing dove?

I waft a bold defiance to the skies
And bid thee, an thou darest, play thy part;
For thou shalt never have me for thy prize,
Thou knowest I am proof against thine art.
Come, cool thy raging in these tranquil eyes,
Or whet thine arrows on this flinty heart.