Classic Poem

I.

Oh take this rose! and let it lie
Close to thy fond, devoted heart;
There let it live its hour and die,
And never from the dear rose part;
For yester-morn, at noontide hour,
While wand'ring by the Ganges' stream,
Oppress'd and faint, I sought a bower,
And fairies sent me this sweet dream: —

II.

I thought a sylph, with wings of light,
Bid me select the brightest tree,
And gather for my soul's delight
A sun-bright rose, and give it thee.
Then take this rose, and near thy heart,
Oh! ever wear of love this token,
And never from the dear rose part,
For if 'tis lost, my heart is broken.