Classic Poem

O where shall I discover
My Lady's parallel?
What genius of what lover
This loveliness could tell?
Ah! no,
T'is ever so,
Unspeakable's the spell!

Not Dian's self enchanting
The greenwood with her chase
Speeds delicate and panting
With half so light a grace:
Ah! no,
Believe me so,
The deity yields place.

Saith Venus to her wanton
Boy Cupid as she spies,
“I dare not cast a taunt on
Such daintiness. Arise
Quick go
To earth below,
And win her to the skies.”

Sweet child, whose dear behaviour
Can make e'en such as I
Pluck hope to find a saviour,
Dream life is worth a sigh:
Heigho!
Indeed it's so—
And you're the reason why.