Classic Poem

Cruel creature, can you leave me.
Can you then ungrateful prove?
Did you court me to deceive me,
And to slight my constant love?

False, ungrateful, thus to woo me,
Thus to make my heart a prize;
First to ruin and undo me,
Then to scorn and tyrannize.

Shall I send to Heaven my prayer?
Shall I all my wrongs relate?
Shall I curse the dear betrayer?
No, alas! it is too late.

Cupid, pity my condition,
Pierce the unrelenting swain.
Hear a tender maid's petition,
And restore my love again.