Classic Poem

Where rich Damascus rears its stately walls,
And the clear Pharpar rolls his golden wave;
Where Abana from tow'ring Leb'non falls,
Dwell'd this fair lady fam'd for bounty brave,
To her their choicest gifts the Graces gave:
Her Asia's mighty sov'reign saw and lov'd,
Nought could his heart from Cupid's arrow save,
His flame by Saphadina was approv'd,
And both their souls did seem by equal passion mov'd.