Classic Poem

Go, if you must! but stay — and know
And mind before you go, my vow.
To ev'ry thing, but Heav'n and you ,
With all my Heart, I bid Adieu!
Now to those happy Shades I'le go
Where first I saw my beauteous Foe.
I'le seek each silent path , where we
Did walk, and where you sate with me
I'le sit again, and never rest
Till I can find some flow'r you prest.
That near my dying Heart I'le keep,
And when it wants Dew , I will weep:
Sadly I will repeat past Joyes,
And Words, which you did sometimes voice:
I'le listen to the Woods , and hear
The Eccho answer for you there.
But famish'd with long absence I
Like Infants left, at last shall cry,
And Tears (as they do Milk ) will sup
Until you come, and take me up.