Classic Poem

Ah, cruel fair,
Can you leave me to despair?
Or see my woe,
And yet no pity show?
Oh, hear your swain,
Relieve my pain,
Or death will soon remove
The wretch you cannot love!

Must all those charms
Fill my happy rival's arms?
Must I repine,
Yet never see you mine?
O hapless fate!
O causeless hate!
Yet, spite of your disdain,
I still embrace my chain.

May you be blest,
And of all you wish possesst;
While in some cave
Poor I distracted rave;
Woods, rocks and stones
Shall hear my groans,
And greater pity show
Than you that caus'd my woe.