Classic Poem

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When Paris bore away the Grecian prize,
Waiting on Ida's top with longing eyes
OEnone stood,
And when she view'd
The Trojan fleet approaching sail along,
She strove to charm her shepherd to the shore
With this melodious song.

A IR

Welcome, welcome, dearest swain,
Welcome to these groves again,
And to OEnone's arms.
Leave the raging, stormy sea,
Come and spend thy days with me
In endless peaceful charms.

R ECIT .

The zephyrs caught the charming sound,
And echo made her strains rebound,
But cruel Paris sail'd along
Regardless of the tuneful song,
While thus she sang to ease her pain
And call the shepherd back again.

A IR

Tell me, Paris, tell me, why
You from my embraces fly
With such impetuous haste.
Cruel shepherd, you've undone me;
Tell me, Paris, why you shun me,
And faithless prove at last.