Classic Poem

Tell me, sweet glove! what name the charmer bears,
Whose downy hand thy snowy cov'ring wears?

'Tis a dear name , I am forbid to tell,
But these distinguish'd marks may paint her well:
She's gently aweful , winningly severe ,
Charms , when she speaks , yet rather loves, to hear ;
Wise, as a god ; as fancy'd angels , fair;
Lovely, as light , and soft, as upper air .

Enough, sweet glove! by this plain picture , taught,
H — — e, I find, is the dear name , I sought.