Classic Poem

Hopeless I languish out my days,
Struck with Urania's conquering eyes;
The wretch at whom she darts these rays
Must feel the wound until he dies.

Though endless be her cruelty,
Calling her beauties to my mind,
I bow beneath her tyranny
And dare not murmur she's unkind.

Reason this tameness does upbraid,
Proffering to arm in my defence;
But when I call her to my aid,
She's more a traitor than my sense.

No sooner I the war declare
But strait her succor she denies,
And joining forces with the fair
Confirms the conquest of her eyes.