Classic Poem

In some dreary desert I'll hide me,
Regardless of what shall betide me;
The herbage with food shall provide me,
And savages pity my moan.

I'll sleep at the foot of some mountain,
I'll drink of the chrystalline fountaine,
And while I'm my sorrows recounting,
Kind echo shall answer each groan.

The swain I adore has undone me,
He woo'd me untill he had won me,
He courted me sure but to shun me,
And now from his arms am I thrown.

My musick is turn'd to lamenting,
My triumphs to tears and repenting,
From all humane creatures absenting,
I wander dejected alone.

Come, death, from distraction relieve me,
Cold earth to thy bosom receive me,
Come thou who so basely couldst leave me,
And shed one kind tear on my stone.