Classic Poem

I.

As lovesick Damon lay along
 Beneath a melancholy Shade ,
Sooth'd by the nightly Warbler 's Song,
 Thus the unhappy Shepherd said,

II.

Sweet Philomel , who haunt the Grove ,
 Where I lament my wretched Fate ,
Our joint Complaint , alas! is Love ,
 The Diff'rence of our Fortune great.

III.

Relief to me no Seasons bring,
 For ever doom'd, to sigh in vain;
But you, sweet Bird , who mourn in Spring ,
 In Summer Pleasures lose your Pain .

IV.

Already from yon bloomy Spray,
 Your willing Mate your Plaint returns;
Already seems to chide your Stay,
 And with an equal Ardour burns.

V.

Go, Philomel , accomplish all
 The Joy, that happy Love bestows;
Obey the tender Warbler 's Call,
 And leave poor Damon to his Woes.

VI.

And when the next returning Year
 Again invites you to the Grove ;
Sweet Philomel , you'll find me here,
 Complaining still of hopeless Love .