Classic Poem

I SAW Myrtilla in the graceful dance
Move with such heav'nly ease, so sweet an air,
That, gazing on that form beyond compare,
I stood awhile immers'd in silent trance:
But when her sparkling eyes, O cruel chance!
Beam'd full on mine, their light I scarce could bear;
She mov'd along, unconscious of my care,
Nor knew the mischief of that pow'rful glance.
Farewell my peace! from that dear fatal night
I fly from ev'ry joy, that charm'd before:
Those beauties, vanish'd from my longing sight,
In hopeless solitude I still deplore;
And groves and fields, so late my soul's delight;
For these sad eyes, alas! will bloom no more.