Classic Poem

In vain from Clime to Clime I stray
To chace thy beauteous form away,
And banish every fear;
In vain to quit thy charms I try,
Since every thought creates a sigh,
And every wish a tear!

Ask that which bears my Plaints, the Breeze,
If ought can lend a moment's ease,
Or ought my griefs assuage.
Oh! it will tell Thee how I trace
With pain each step, each lingering pace,
And think each Hour an age!

Not the bright sun, whose setting smile
Shoots from yon cliff to western Isle,
Can comfort bring to me;
My longing eyes ne'er cease to stream,
To follow every fading beam
Which parts, to shine on Thee!

And, if soft Hope my life sustain,
My soul shall e'er with Thee remain,
Nor vary, tho' I rove;
Cheer'd by its beams, it tells me sure,
Tho' like a Martyr I endure,
A Heaven shall crown my Love!