Classic Poem

PART II.

Thou lov'd, and lovely one; how fair,
How charming all thy features are!
How they inspire refin'd delight!
Thy stature's like the palm upright:
Thy breasts like clusters of the vine,
When ripe, and full of generous wine.
The stately palm I'll climb, said I,
I'll reach its fruitful boughs on high;
Thy breasts, like clusters of the vine,
Shall now abound with generous wine.
Thy nostrils breathe a fragrant air,
Like apples, sweet as they are fair.
Thy mouth, the seat of eloquence,
Shews the right gust of truth and sense;
Like sparkling wine, that briskly moves,
Such as my dearest love approves;
Which can inspire the dull, and rouze
The silent lips of them that drouze.

The Bride .

I am my love's, I am his own;
And his desire's to me alone.
Come, my beloved, let's repair
To th' open fields, and take the air;
Into the country we'll retreat,
And there a quiet lodging get:
We'll rise up with the dawning day,
And thro' the smiling vineyards stray;
See if the vine begins to shoot,
And promises good store of fruit;
See if her tender grapes she shows;
See how the fair pomegranate blows.
There will I give my loves to thee.
The mandrakes breathe their fragrancy:
Our gates with choicest fruits abound,
Fruits new and old with us are found.
This store, my love, I did provide
For thee, who hast my heart beside.