Classic Poem

I.

How long will lovely Amaret complain,
 In gentle notes , that wound each list'ning ear?
How long, alas! will she delight in pain,
 Which choice , not fate , inclines her soul to bear!

II.

 Strange paradox of love!—the vanquish'd maid,
 By cruel conquest , many still destroys!
What beauty gives her— passion has betray'd,
  And love, misplac'd, prevented all her joys .

III.

One way, and only one, does, yet, remain,
 Whereby, lost peace of mind you may restore,
Abandon'd ease , and your blest state regain,
 And live for ever happy , as before.

IV.

Change, heedless fair one,— change your injur'd love ,
 And bless poor A— R — N , with mutual flame;
So shall the wings of pleasure , round you, move,
 And fan th' expanding fires , that blaze your fame .