Classic Poem

Say, spotless plume, if Damon bade thee go,
And aid this trembling hand to trace my woe?
Ah! if his fond requests are all forgot,
My flowing tears thy ev'ry line will blot!
Can he , deceitful, act a treacherous part?
Can he , remorseless, rend the faithful heart
These oft repeated words have made his own ,
" Of all mankind, O love but me alone! "
Famed was his candour, long approved his worth;
I loved, admir'd, and gloried in the truth;
Then was the mutual sacred promise given!
Mine was sincere , and register'd in heaven .
And aid me still , fair plume, with pride to own,
Of all mankind I love but him alone .