Classic Poem

Fain would I sing, if songs my thoughts could ease,
Or calm the tempest of my troubled brain,
Fain would I force my silent Muse to please
The gallant humour of thy wanton vein.
But O, a miser mancipate to pain,
Sold slave to sorrow, wedded to mischief,
By mirth of songs, perhaps more grief might gain;
In vain of them I should expect relief;
Then sacred Craig, if thou would'st ease my grief,
Invite me not to wantonize with thee,
But tune thy notes unto my mourning key,
And when I weep, weep thou to echo me.
Perhaps the tears that from a Craig shall flow,
May prove a sovereign balm to cure my woe.