Classic Poem

Leave this pale, this bloodless cheek,
Foolish, noisy, flutt'ring thing!
Haste where fresher features call thee,
Flitting on thy azure wing.

On yon verdant bank reclining,
See B ELINDA 's charms invite,
But, content with perching on them,
Stop, nor cruel seek to bite.

Safely suck the pearly moisture
On her jutting rosy lip;
Fan, nor handkerchief, oppose thee,
See, the maiden's fast asleep.

Polish'd neck, or brow, might tempt thee,
Did her breasts not heave below,
Brightly shining thro' the napkin,
Pretty little globes of snow!

See, her shapely legs uncover'd,
As the fair unconscious lies;
Miss not these, they're lawful plunder,
And her downy swelling thighs.

But, rash insect! go no farther,
A delicious tomb at most;
Ever, ever wouldst thou wander,
Ever pleasurably lost!

Lovely labyrinths and windings!
Happy, more than happy, he!
Who shall trace these blissful mazes,
Mazes dangerous for thee.

Fraughted with the pilfer'd fragrance,
Come and perch on me again;
Fear not on my lip to fasten;
Never fear, I won't complain.

But if still thou buzzest round me,
Quickly, quickly shalt thou die;
Thus, between my hands I'll crush thee,
An untow'ring, vulgar fly.