Classic Poem

Fair shadow, faithless as my sun!
Of peace she robs my mind,
And to my sense, which rest doth shun,
Thou art no less unkind.

She my address disdainful flies,
And thou, like her, art fleet;
The real beauty she denies
And thou the counterfeit.

To cross my innocent desires
And make my griefs extreme,
A cruel mistress thus conspires
With a delusive dream.