Classic Poem

The sun was now withdrawn,
The shepherds home were sped;
The moon wide o'er the lawn
Her silver mantle spread;
When Damon stay'd behind,
And saunter'd in the grove:
" Will ne'er a nymph be kind,
And give me love for love?

" Oh! those were golden hours,
When Love, devoid of cares,
In all Arcadia's bowers
Lodg'd swains and nymphs by pairs!
But now from wood and plain
Flies ev'ry sprightly lass:
No joys for me remain,
In shades, or on the grass. "

The winged boy draws near,
And thus the swain reproves:
" While Beauty revell'd here,
My game lay in the groves;