Classic Poem

I.

Gentle Love , this hour befriend me,
To my eyes , resign thy dart ;
Notes of melting musick lend me,
To dissolve a frozen heart.

II.

Chill, as mountain snow , her bosom!
Tho' I tender language use,
'Tis, by cold indiff'rence , frozen,
To my arms , and to my muse .

III.

See! my dying eyes are pleading,
Where a breaking heart appears:
For thy pity interceding,
With the eloquence of tears.

IV.

While the lamp of life is fading,
And, beneath thy coldness, dies,
Death, my ebbing pulse invading,
Take my soul into thy eyes .