Classic Poem

Wife being absent, I could find
Nought to say to Rosalind.
She returns, and swift as wind
Now I write to Rosalind.
—Young Orlando, reared as hind,
Was fit mate for Rosalind,
(When his manners were refined).
He had youth like Rosalind.

—Shall a man in grey declined,
Seem the same for Rosalind?
Yea, though merely aged in rind,
Is he worthy Rosalind?
This in grave debate should bind
Parliaments and Rosalind.
—Still, if, captious, wayward, blind,
And the rest of 't, Rosalind
Should insist:—if to her mind
(If she have one) Rosalind
Thinks me (if to thought inclined
Ever): I with Rosalind
(And I say it, having dined,
Slept and dreamed of Rosalind)
I will do my best; and kind
Prove our audience, Rosalind!
Take these words for treaty signed
—No Orlando, Rosalind!
But a man with wrinkles lined,
Vows to read with Rosalind.