Classic Poem

Accept, my love, as true a heart
As ever lover gave:
'Tis free, it vows, from any art,
And proud to be your slave.

Then take it kindly, as 'twas meant,
And let the giver live,
Who, with it, would the world have sent,
Had it been his to give.

And, that Dorinda may not fear
I e'er will prove untrue,
My vows shall, ending with the year,
With it begin anew.