Classic Poem

S YBILLA ! Dost thou love?
Oh, swear! Oh, swear!
By those stedfast stars above!
By this pure sweet air!
By all things true, and deep, and fair!
By hearts made rich with love,
Made wise by care!

Sybilla! I love thee :
I swear, I swear, —
By all bright things that be!
By thyself, my fair!
By thine eyes, and motions free!
By thy sting , thou honey-bee!
By thy angel thoughts that flee
Singing through the golden air,
I swear, I swear!

Sybilla! dost thou frown?
Beware, beware!
If scorn thy beauty crown,
I fly, — yet where?
Why are thine eyes withdrawn?
Why dost thou turn, thou fawn?
Look on me, like the dawn
On weeping air!
She smiles — Oh, Beauty bless'd,
Take, — take me to thy breast,
And cure all care!