Classic Poem

What Fears, what Terrors does thy Gift create!
Ambiguous Emblem of uncertain Fate!
The Myrtle, Ensign of supreme Command,
(Consign'd by Venus to Melissa 's Hand)
Not less capricious than a reigning Fair,
Oft favors, oft rejects the Lover's Care.
In Myrtle Groves oft sings the happy Swain,
In Myrtle Shades despairing Ghosts complain;
The Myrtle crowns the happy Lovers Heads,
Th'unhappy Lovers Graves the Myrtle spreads;
Oh! then the Meaning of thy Gift impart,
And cure the throbbings of an anxious Heart;
Soon must this Bough, as you shall fix his Doom,
Adorn Philander 's Head, or grace his Tomb.