Classic Poem

I.

Since sounding drums, and rising war,
Invite my love to danger,
I'll ask, of ev'ry smiling star,
To shield my roving ranger.

II.

While o'er the field; unfearing wounds,
You press the foe, retreating,
I'll trace the dear remember'd bounds,
Of our more gentle meeting.

III.

I'll pass whole days, in yon sweet grove,
Where first thy tongue deceiv'd me,
When, list'ning dumb, I blush'd my love,
And no fear'd absence griev'd me.

IV.

On ev'ry bank thy side has prest,
I'll sleep, and dream, I'm near thee;
And each sweet bird, that strains its breast,
Shall wake my hopes to hear thee.

V.

To all our haunts, I will repair,
And, cold, on yon bleak mountain,
Trace all thy once-trod foot-steps there,
And weep o'er each sad fountain.

VI.

There, will I teach the trees to wear
Thy name, in soft impression,
And borrow sighs, from ev'ning air,
To swell my soul's confession.