Classic Poem

Fly swift, dear gnat; this message give
To my sweet Zeno's ear,
And whisper soft when you arrive
So that she only hear —

" He waits you sleepless, while you lie
Forgetful of his love —
Go quick, dear minstrel, onward fly
And wing your path above.

But murmur low and do not wake
The sleeper by her side,
Lest on my head to-morrow break
His anger's jealous tide.

And if you bring her, yours shall be
The lion's skin for wear,
And in your hand that knotted tree
Which Hercules doth bear.