Classic Poem

They would have me wed, but I
Truly for no husband sigh.

Rather would I live at ease
In these mountains as I please
Than in such uncertainties,
To marry ill or happily.
They would have me wed, but I
Truly for no husband sigh.

Mother, I will not be wed,
To see my days with care o'erspread,
And perchance all squandered
The beauty given me from on high.
They would have me wed, but I
Truly for no husband sigh.

Still unborn, unborn is he
Who might e'er my husband be;
And since it is known to me
That the flower of all am I,
To their bidding I reply
That I for no husband sigh.