Classic Poem

Oh! come to these fond arms ne'er to depart,
Thou light of this care-fraught, and desolate heart;
Far, far from the world and its coldness we'll flee,
A desert is sunshine, if brighten'd by thee .

I reck not if jewels or gems are thy fate,
Or if high birth thy womanish soul doth elate,
If the heart thou wilt give me, will closely entwine
With the one which now throbs in this bosom of mine.