Classic Poem

It was not for your heart I sought,
But you, dear foolish maid, have brought
Only your heart to me.
Ah, that so rare a gift should be
The gift I wanted not!

I asked a momentary thing,
But 'tis eternity you bring;
And, with ingenuous eyes,
You offer, as the lesser prize,
This priceless offering.

O what, in Love's name, shall I do,
Who have both lost and captured you!
You will but love me: so,
Since I too cannot let you go,
I can but love you too.