Classic Poem

I.

Hearing that Chloe 's Bower crown'd
The Summit of a neighbouring Hill,
Where ev'ry rural Joy was found,
Where Health and Wealth were plac'd around,
To wait like Servants on her Will.

II.

I went, and found 'twas as they said,
That ev'ry thing look'd fresh and fair;
Her Herds in flow'ry Pastures stray'd,
Delightful was the Green-wood Shade,
And gently breath'd the balmy Air.

III.

But when I found my troubled Heart
Uneasy grown within my Breast,
My Breath come short, and in each Part
Some new Disorder seem to start,
Which pain'd me sore and broke my Rest:

IV.

Some noxious Vapour sure, I said,
From this unwholsom Soil must rise;
Some secret Venom is convey'd
Or from this Field, or from that Shade,
That does the Pow'rs of Life surprize.

V.

Soon as the skilful Leach beheld
The Change that in my Health was grown:
Blame not, he cry'd, nor Wood nor Field;
Diseases which such Symptoms yield,
Proceed from Chloe 's Eyes alone.

VI.

Alike she kills in ev'ry Air,
The coldest Breast her Beauties warm;
And tho' the Fever took you there,
If Chloe had not been so fair,
The Place had never done you harm.