Classic Poem

A.

Ah! must we part! ah must we bid adieu!
O then Farewel, a long Farewel to you,
I'll never see thee more, I'll take one Leave,
This is the last Rencounter e'er we'll have.

B.

Perhaps we shan't each other see,
While thus enclos'd in Balls of Clay;
But when our lab'ring Souls get free,
We'll meet in those bright Seats of Day.

A.

Ah! no, even there we can't each other see,
Your tow'ring Soul will mine so far out-flee.
With nimble Stroaks you'll soar and sail the Skies,
That are too bright, too dazling for mine Eyes.

B.

But granting that it should be so,
I cou'd not there for ever stay:
We're Finite still, and such, you know,
Cannot abide a constant Day.

A.

Yes, sure sometimes we must our Faces vail,
Stoop and confess that we're too weak, too frail
To bear those splendid and full beaming Rays,
With constant open and unclosed Eyes.

B.

Well then, while the Celestial Train
In low Prostrations thus do fall,
Tho ne'er so high I'd turn again,
And sink and bow beneath them all.
Here we shall meet, and here I'll cry,
What think you, Dear , what think you now,
Of all the Pain and Misery,
The Penance that we had below?

A.

Farewel, O then Farewel, dear Saint, adieu;
And when you're gone, mind what you've promis'd now.