Classic Poem

Dear fold me once more in thine Armes;
And let me know,
Before I goe,
There is no blisse but in those charmes:
By thy faire selfe I sweare,
That here and only here
I would for ever ever stay
But cruel Fate calls me away.

How swiftly the light minutes slide;
The hours that hast
Away thus fast
By envyous flight my stay do chide:
Yet Dear, since I must go,
By this last kiss I vow
By all that sweetness which dwels with thee,
Time shall move slow, till next I see thee.