Classic Poem

Fly not from him whose silent misery
Breathes many an unwitness'd sigh to thee,
Who having felt thy scorn, yet constant is,
And whom thou hast thyself called only his.
When first mine eyes threw flames, whose spirit moved thee,
Had'st thou not look'd again I had not loved thee.

Nature did ne'er two different things unite
With peace, which are by Nature opposite.
If thou force Nature, and be backward gone,
O, blame not me, that strive to draw thee on:
But if my constant love shall fail to move thee,
Then know my reason hates thee, though I love thee.