Classic Poem

A FRENCH SONG PARAPHRASED

Soft Cupid, wanton, amorous boy,
The other day, mov'd with my lyre,
In flattering accents spoke his joy,
And utter'd thus his fond desire.

Oh! raise thy voice! one song I ask;
Touch then thy harmonious string;
To Thyrsis easy is the task,
Who can so sweetly play and sing.

Two kisses from my mother dear,
Thyrsis, thy due reward shall be;
None, none, like beauty's queen is fair,
Paris has vouch'd this truth for me.

I straight replied, Thou know'st alone
That brightest Chloe rules my breast,
I'll sing thee two instead of one,
If thou'lt be kind, and make me blest.

One kiss from Chloe's lips, no more
I crave: he promis'd me success;
I play'd with all my skill and power,
My glowing passion to express.

But oh! my Chloe, beauteous maid!
Wilt thou the wish'd reward bestow?
Wilt thou make good what love has said,
And, by thy grant, his power show?