Classic Poem

Come, oh, come, my life's delight,
Let me not in languor pine!
Love loves no delay;
The more enjoyed the more divine:

Oh, come, and take from me
The pain of being deprived of thee!

Thou all sweetness dost enclose
Like a little world of bliss.
Beauty guards thy looks: the rose
In them pure and eternal is.
Come then, and make thy flight
As swift to me as heavenly light!