Classic Poem

With griefe in heart, and teares in sowning eyes,
When I to her had giu'n a sad fare-well,
Close sealed with a kisse, and dew which fell
On my else-moystned face from beauties skies,
So strange amazement did my minde surprise,
That at each pace I fainting turn'd againe,
Like one whome a torpedo stupifies,
Not feeling honour's bit, nor reason's raine.
But when fierce starres to parte mee did constraine,
With back-caste lookes I enui'd both and bless'd
The happie walles and place did her containe,
Till that sight's shafts their flying obiect miss'd.
So wailing parted Ganamede the faire,
When eagles' talents bare him through the aire.