Classic Poem

To me, fair nymphs, in vain you bring
These beauties of the blooming Spring, —
To me , who must the gift resign,
Nor yet, alas! a wreath entwine:
While fate, imperious fate, detains
My Damon still on distant plains,
Ah! can my pensive heart be gay,
Or feel the charms of Fragrant May?

But when on this enamel'd green
Again he sports with graceful mein,
I'll pluck the thorns, — I'll shake the dew,
From flow'rets of the brightest hue,
And bind them round his auburn hair,
While smiling love rewards my care; —
Then will my raptur'd heart be gay,
And feel the charms of Fragrant May.