Classic Poem

The rising sun Lysander found,
Shedding tears o'er Phillis' tomb,
Who swore he ne'er would leave the ground,
But pass his life in that dear gloom.

Tearing his hair, the frantic youth
Cry'd, food and raiment I deny;
And with my life shall end my truth,
For love of Phillis will I die.

II.

The radient god made half his tour,
The kine sought shelter from his heat,
Which pass'd within the cottage door,
Where poor Lysander drank and eat.

His dinner finish'd, up he rose,
Stalk'd, sighing, silently and slow,
To where were hung his Sunday's clothes,
Then took a walk to chase his woe.

III.

The sun to Thetis made his way,
When, underneath a friendly shade,
A shepherd sung in accents gay,
His passion for a gentle maid.

O lovers, what are all your cares!
Your sighs! your sufferings! tell me what!
To Daphne 'tis Lysander swears,
And lovely Phillis is forgot.