Classic Poem

Of earthly bliss what most I wish to find
Is the affection of a kindred mind,
From fair to fair still ceaseless turns my breast,
And seeks a love in which at last to rest.
I boast not fortune's gifts, as little claim
I boast not fortune's gifts, as little claim
The splendour of a long-descended name;
I only boast a heart with passion mov'd,
That, loving, likewise merits to be lov'd.
Say, Delia, say, could you for me forgo
Of wealth the pleasure, and the pomp of show
These willingly resign, content to prove
The humblest fortune with the man you love?
Pleas'd in his pleasure, could you also share,
And, by dividing, ease the load of care,
His labours with your tenderness beguile,
And chear the frowns of fortune with a smile?
Could you when most forsaken and distrest
Then closest clasp him to your friendly breast?
And to his woes, when hopeless of relief
Afford the sympathy of mingled grief?
When sick, could you submit my bed to tend?
When dying, smoothe my passage to my end?
And to my mem'ry, when departed, true,
My ashes with a tender tear bedew?
Could you do this, what is there will not I
With patience suffer, or with courage try?
For you I'll bear to live, or dare to die;
Life still will show, and death confirm me true,
And my last thought shall be of love and you.