Classic Poem

Go rose my Chloe's bosom grace
How happy should I prove
Could I supply that envied place
With ever fading love.

Accept dear Maid now summer glows
This pure unsullied gem
Loves Emblem in a full blown rose
Just broken from the stem.

Accept it tis a favoured flower
For thy soft breast to wear
Twill blossom there its transient hour
A favourite of the fair —

Upon thy cheek its blossom glows
As from a mirror clear
Making thyself a living rose
In blossom all the year.

It is a sweet and favorite flower
To grace a maidens brow
Emblem of Love without its power
A sweeter rose art thou.

The rose like hues of insects wing
May perish in an hour
Tis but at best a fading thing
But thou'rt a living flower —

The roses steep'd in morning dews
Holds every eye in thrall
But woman she alone subdues
Her beauty conquers all.