Classic Poem

Amyntas led me to a Grove,
Where all the trees did shade us;
The Sun itself, tho it had strove,
Yet could not have betray'd us.
The place secure from human Eyes,
No other fear allows,
But when the Winds that gently rise
Do kiss the yielding Boughs.

Down there we sat upon the Moss,
And did begin to play
A thousand wanton Tricks, to pass
The Heat of all the Day.
A many Kisses he did give,
And I return'd the same:
Which made me willing to receive
That which I dare not name.

His charming Eyes no aid requir'd,
To tell their amorous Tale;
On her that was already fir'd,
'Twas easy to prevail.
He did but kiss, and clasp me round,
Whilst they his thoughts exprest,
And laid me gently on the Ground;
Oh! who can guess the rest?