Classic Poem

The Shepherd Theseus long'd to die
Gazing on the gracious eye
Of her whom he adored and lov'd,
When she whom no less passion mov'd,
Thus said, " O die not yet I pray,
I'll die with thee, if thou wilt stay. "
The Shepherd then awhile delays,
No heart he had to end his days;
And while thus languishing he lies
Sucking sweet nectar from her eyes.
The loving Shepherdess who found
The harvest of her love at hand
With trembling eyes, straight fell a crying
Die, die sweet heart, for I am dying.
The Shepherd then did straight reply
Behold sweet heart with thee I die.
Thus did those lovers spend their breath,
In such a sweet and deathless death,
That they to life reviv'd again,
Again to try death's pleasant pain.