Classic Poem

I

To the grove, the meadow, the well
I will go with the flock I love;
At the well, in the meadow, the grove,
LAURA will find with me,
Whatever shed or cell
Shall to us a covert be
That there, with pleasure and glee,
Innocence will dwell.

II

The Swallow, that hath lost
His mate and lover,
Flies from coast to coast,
All the country over;
Nor finds rest on earth beneath him
Pastime in heaven above;
Crystal fountain, sunny river
Seeks no more, forsakes the daylight,
And, in his lonesome life, he ever
Remembers his first love.

III

Oh! blessed all bliss above,
Innocent shepherdesses,
Whom in love no law distresses,
Who have no law but love.
Could I, as ye may do,
Who, concealed, adore him,
Tell what love I have for him;
Blessed were I too
All bliss above.

IV

I will be that fond Mother
Who her Babe doth threaten
Yet is it never beaten
Never at all.
She lifts her hand to strike it
But the blow intended
By Love is suspended
When it would fall.

V

Gentle Zephyr,
If you pass her by,
Tell her you're a sigh;
But tell her not from whom.

Limpid Streamlet,
If you meet her ever,
Say, with your best endeavour,
That swoln with tears you come;
But tell her not of whom.