Classic Poem

Miss
Lovely, sweet, attracting Fair,
O what a Form! that matchless Air!
Rapture fires my glowing Breast,
Replete stand all thy Charms confest;
Ev'ry Feature floats in View,
To Extasy of Thought, how new!
Thee, Venus Laughter-loving Dame,
Adding all thy sprightly Train;

Here your very Self's display'd,
Under Form of this sweet Maid;
To fly is vain; the barbed Dart,
Cast from those Eyes, assails my Heart;
Heav'n-born Fair thee I invoke,
In Pity let me 'scape the Stroke;
Never on me direct a Ray,
Such as S OL'S in high Mid-day;
Oh! I'm come too late , 'tis said,
Never, never must I wed.