Classic Poem

Sigh, stollen from her sweet brest,
What doth that marble hart,
Smartes it indeed, and feels not others smart,
Grieues it, yet thinkes that others grieued jeast?
Loue or despight, which forc't thee thence to part?
Sweet harbinger, say from what vncouth guest.
Sure thou from loue must come,
Who sigh'd to see there drest his marble tombe