Classic Poem

I.

Come, walk, and rouse the languid year:
All nature blooms, when you appear;
Each leafless oak would bud a-new,
And push out shade , to shelter you.
Your sight would summer's want supply;
You gone — 'tis winter — and we die .

II.

Yon warbling nightingale complains,
Your praise , too seldom, tempts her strains:
The tow'ring lark but hears you sing,
And soars, to heav'n, with silent wing.
Come, angels , come, (he cries) — and see
Yourselves , as much out-done, as me .

III.

Each violet sighs itself to death,
To scent the gales, that fans your breath:
Stop but, and see th' unfolding rose,
With emulative blushes, glows :
While hood-wink'd lillies prostrate lie,
Asham'd, to see your breast , so nigh.

IV.

Look round, and smile — and ev'ry flow'r
Smiles , too — and charms , with ten-fold pow'r.
Depart , and lo! they bend and fall,
And weeping dew-drops waste 'em all.
'Tis thus, your love inflames my joy,
And, thus your coldness might destroy.