Classic Poem

Might I but speak what yearns my soul to say
And might I tell where my heart is given,
Remembrance would my darling thus portray —
Young, spotless — with a star-eyed face, like Heaven!

Glorious is she who thus is ever near me
In all my dreams, by day or in the night;
Repeat my vow, ye winged winds that hear me —
Vainly shall others flit before my sight,
Impotent they, who flatter to endear me —
No siren tempts me from my Mollie bright!