Classic Poem

Ah , Chloris! that I now could sit
—As unconcerned as when
Your infant beauty could beget
—No pleasure, nor no pain!
When I the dawn used to admire,
—And praised the coming day,
I little thought the growing fire
—Must take my rest away.

Your charms in harmless childhood lay
—Like metals in the mine;
Age from no face took more away
—Than youth concealed in thine.
But as your charms insensibly
—To their perfection pressed,
Fond love as unperceived did fly,
—And in my bosom rest.

My passion with your beauty grew,
—And Cupid at my heart,
Still as his mother favored you,
—Threw a new flaming dart:
Each gloried in their wanton part;
—To make a lover, he
Employed the utmost of his art—
—To make a beauty, she.

Though now I slowly bend to love,
—Uncertain of my fate,
If your fair self my chains approve,
—I shall my freedom hate.
Lovers, like dying men, may well
—At first disordered be,
Since none alive can truly tell
—What fortune they may see.