Classic Poem

Paper fly, this message bear
Unto my Cæcilius dear!
Bear it, instant, from thy lord
To his tender, fellow bard;
Say, he must forsake his home,
And to sweet Verona come,
Comum's new-built walls forsake,
With the shores of Larius' lake!
Say, I wish he would attend
Certain counsels of our friend;
Then, if he be wise, I'm sure
He'll the very road devour!
Tho' his nymph, in beauty bright,
Call him oft, and stop his flight;
Circle oft his neck, and pray
Yet a little while he'd stay!
Charming nymph, if true I hear,
Who regards him passing dear!
For the moment that the maid
Cybele's fam'd story read,
In her lover's language drest;
Passion seiz'd her inmost breast:
Nymph! I pardon thee for this;
Sappho's lyre's less learn'd than his;
Well, I own it, hath his tongue
Cybele's fam'd story sung.