Classic Poem

Mary nature loves thee Mary
Now the sun has sunk to rest
& the even breeze so airy
Trys to bare thy snowy breast
How I love with thee to wander
Mary o how sweet with thee
Dusky meadows to meander
Where no soul can hear or see

As we pause by lake or fountain
On thy bosom bending free
O how sweet sensations counting
When I know each throbs for me
As thy face turns on the azure
Looking where the moon may dwell
As I fold thy beautys treasure
Wheres the sigh can please so well.

As the hour of even closes
& my lingering with thy charms
Paints thy cheek with maiden roses
& thy modesty alarms
Who sweet girl could not adore thee
& though beauty thee hath blest
When that modesty comes oer thee
Feel that virtue pleases best.