Classic Poem

A LADY, RESCUED FROM DEATH BY A KNIGHT, WHO IN THE INSTANT LEAVES HER, COMPLAINS THUS :

O H , whither is my fair sun fled
Bearing his light, not heat, away?
If thou repose in the moist bed
Of the Sea-Queen, bring back the day
To our dark clime, and thou shalt lie
Bathed in the sea flows from mine eye.

Upon what whirlwind didst thou ride
Hence, yet remain fix'd in my heart,
From me and to me fled and tied?
Dark riddles of the amorous art!
Love lent thee wings to fly, so he
Unfeather'd now must rest with me.

Help, help, brave youth! I burn, I bleed!
The cruel god with bow and brand
Pursues the life thy valour freed;
Disarm him with thy conquering hand,
And that thou mayst the wild boy tame,
Give me his dart, keep thou his flame.