Classic Poem

I.

Oh! forbear to bid me slight her,
Soul and senses , take her part;
Could my death itself delight her,
Life should leap , to leave my heart .
Strong, though soft, a lover's chain,
Charm'd with woe , and pleas'd with pain .

II.

Tho' the tender flame were dying ,
Love would light it, at her eyes ;
Or, her tuneful voice applying,
Thro' my ear , my soul surprize
Deaf , I see the fate, I shun;
Blind , I hear, I am undone .