Classic Poem

Observe the numerous stars which grace
The fair expanded skies;
So many charms has Lesbia's face,
A thousand more her eyes.

Whene'er the beauteous maid appears
We cannot but admire;
But when she speaks she charms our ears
And sets our souls on fire.

What pity 'tis a creature
By nature form'd so fair,
Divine in ev'ry feature,
Should give mankind despair.

She gazes all around her,
And gains a thousand hearts,
But Cupid cannot would her,
For she has all his darts.