Classic Poem

A SONG, alter'd .

I.

Stay, stay, O Sun! whose chearful Ray
Has drawn my Orra 's feet astray:
O! chase the Fogs — O! clear the Skies!
And guide my Orra , to my eyes .

II.

O! were I sure my Dear to view,
I'd climb the top of that tall Yew!
Aloft, in air , I'd quivering stand,
And round, and round, explore the land.

III.

Where, Orra M OOR ! where art thou stray'd?
What wood conceals my sleeping maid?
Torn by the thorns , enrag'd I'll tear
The trees , that hide my silent fair .

IV.

Oh! I could ride those clouded skies ,
Or, on that Raven's pinions rise!
Ye Storks! ye Swans! — a moment, stay ,
And waft a Lover , on his way.

V.

Far! far! from me , my Orra flies,
While, here, forsaken Summer dies:
Come, Winter , come! no frost I fear;
Her icey heart has bound me, here.

VI.

No, no — I'll burst each wint'ry bar ,
Thy chain, O love! is strongest far!
By steel may bodies be confin'd,
But love , my Orra , chains the mind .

VII.

Cease, cease thy pain , O throbbing breast!
When thoughts are woes — the first are best:
'Tis Death to go — 'Tis worse — to stay:
I'll die with Orra — haste away.