Classic Poem

There's a girl just come to town
Not a week ago;
Every trick in love that's known
To you she will show;
Every mood of wantonness
In the dance she can confess
Swaying to and fro,
Passion in her finger tips,
Pliant arms and bending hips.

Better still, she does not scorn
With disdainful head
Suitors just a trifle worn
Given up for dead;
Flattering caresses tries
Till they from the tomb arise,
Back to vigour led;
And returned to life once more
Voyage to Cythera's shore.