Classic Poem

If ever to the dumb, sepulchral urn
The tribute of a tear could grateful prove;
What time each recollected scene we mourn,
Each deed of ancient friendship, and of love:

Less sure, fond youth, must thy Quintilia grieve
That she by death's cold hand untimely fell;
Than joys her parted spirit to perceive
How much her Calvus lov'd her, and how well!