Classic Poem

I.

M E the loveliest truest Swain,
Often woo's, but woo's in vain;
Tender, soft, beseeching Eyes,
Pleading Tears, and melting Sighs:
Such soft Pains as Lovers feel,
Such his dying Looks reveal.

II.

Yet by Pride, by Shame with-held,
Every yielding Thought's repell'd:
Scarce the Sigh that heaves my Breast,
Scarce the falling Tear's represt:
Yet may artful Tongue denies
My Love, and contradicts my Eyes.

III.

If then, charming Youth, you'd know
All my Love, and all my Woe;
All my Heart, without Disguise,
Read it in my artless Eyes.
They'll in tender Language tell
What I wou'd in vain conceal.

IV.

There each yielding Thought betray'd,
All my Hopes add Fears display'd:
The soft Flame which warms my Breast,
In each melting Look's confest:
While unstudied Glances prove,
All is Truth, and all is Love.