Classic Poem

I thought to find in beauty's charms
The solace of my care,
And hop'd that fortune to my arms
At least would Delia spare.

But now the beauties of the fair
That oft inspir'd my song,
And joys I once had hop'd to share,
No more to me belong.

The muse's smiles in vain I prove,
Inspirers of my strain,
They only taught me how to love,
And teach me to complain.

Another shall behold the fair,
Whom I no more must see;
Another shall her favour share
Deny'd, alas! to me.

Those beauties, once that charm'd my sight,
I now must ever shun,
Nor more indulge the dear delight
By which I am undone.

Perhaps from absence wounds of love
At last may find a cure,
And time those ills it can't remove
May teach me to endure.

But love so dang'rous to my weal
No time can e'er renew,
Nor shall I for another feel
What I have felt for you.