Classic Poem

Aurora was drest in her purple array,
And sol had just mounted the chariot of day;
The swift winged hours came dancing along,
And the lark to the morn galy warbled her song;
When struck with the spring and the beauties of May,
Thus Damon began to his fair one the lay.

How sweet is the prospect around,
How beautiful nature is seen;
Each hedge with May blossom is crown'd,
Each mead with a delicate green;
What odours came forth from each grove,
How blithe the wild choristers sing,
Can there aught be in nature, my love,
Which equals a morning in spring?

There is — — tho' delightful the view,
Tho' sweet the perfume of the grove
When fondly I gaze upon you;
I bend to the power of love.
Love draws the bright scene to the eyes,
Love teaches the warblers to sing,
Love bids every pleasure arise,
And adds to a morning in spring.

When circled within those soft arms,
What transports arise in my breast,
I find all the spring in thy charms,
All that's sweet in thy bosom confest,
Yet constant we'll rise at the dawn
To hear the wild choristers sing,
While the season permits in the morn,
Inhale the sweet breath of the spring.