Classic Poem

Take , Oh take those lips away
 That so sweetly were forsworn,
And those eyes, like break of day,
 Lights that do mislead the morn,
But my kisses bring again,
 Seals of love, though sealed in vain.

Hide, Oh hide those hills of snow,
 Which thy frozen bosom bears,
On whose tops, the pinks that grow
 Are of those that April wears.
But first set my poor heart free.
 Bound in those icey chains by thee.