Classic Poem

Sun , with Light peculiar shining,
 Usher in the smiling Morn,
Round thy Head thy Glories twining
 Bid th' auspicious Day be born;
Bid the Hours with nimblest Paces
 Free and frolick to advance,
And bid Venus lend her Graces
 Tripping at thy Wheels to dance.

Think how swift, when once a Lover,
 Skimming o'er the Plains you flew,
When the charming cruel Rover
 Bad a God in vain pursue.
Think how deeply you were wounded,
 When you stretch'd your eager Arms,
And a lifeless Trunk surrounded
 For your Daphne's sprightly Charms.

By the Pains with which you languish'd,
 By the Joys you then desir'd,
By the Youth's impatient Anguish
 Keen with Expectation fir'd;
Swiftly speed the Heav'ns over,
 But that happy Minute rest,
When you see a luckier Lover
 By a fairer Daphne blest.