Classic Poem

Here, Amanda , gently bending,
Sweetly pensive, loves to lean,
O'er the groves, her sight extending,
Thro' the walks, that shoot between;

Plac'd, says she, within this window,
Screen'd, I distant charms survey,
Taught, by poor deceiv'd Olindo ,
Nothing's safe, that looks too gay.

Here, I view, in soften'd shadings,
Am'rous flow'r, to flow'r incline,
Too remote to mourn their fadings,
When, with hanging heads they pine.

Here, I smell the fragrant breezes,
Safe, from ev'ning's chilly blast;
Here the noonday sun-shine pleases,
Fearless, when 'twill overcast.

Hence, I hear the tempest rising,
See the grovy greatness shake;
Ev'ry distant ill despising,
While I ev'ry good partake.

So, commanding life's gay garden,
Let, me, thornless, wear the rose;
Choice, like mine, let fashion pardon,
Tasting charms, but shunning woes,