Classic Poem

ALEXIS.

The sun's declining, milder ray,
O'erspreads the eastern skys:
Thro' fragrant trees soft zephyrs play,
And ev'ning shades arise.

The flow'rs reviving raise their heads,
Refresh'd with silver dews:
The ev'ning primrose gaily spreads,
And beauteous scenes renews.

Come Chloe , then these charms partake,
In yonder rosy bow'r:
Come, thy Alexis happy make,
This is th' appointed hour.

There talk of love, whilst free from care,
We both are kind and true:
Come let us to the shade repair,
And seal, our vows anew.