Classic Poem

My Celia vow'd, at early dawn,
To meet me on the blossom'd lawn;
And now the dewy light of morn,
Arising, gems the silver thorn;
But, hush'd in sleep, my fair one now
Forgets, alas! her tender vow!

Gay linnets carol from the hill,
And sparkling flows the mountain rill;
Wild rose and woodbine scent the gale,
And breathe their perfumes thro' the vale;
But, hush'd in sleep, my charmer laid,
Forgets the tender vow she made.

Come, lovely nymph, they seem to say,
Adorn with us the rising day!
For charms like thine alone can bring
The joys that crown the breathing Spring;
In vain her songs, her beauties rise,
If faithless Slumber seals those eyes!