Classic Poem

Think'st thou I saw thy beauteous eyes,
Suffus'd in tears implore to stay;
And heard unmov'd, thy plenteous sighs,
Which said far more than words could say.

Though deep the grief, thy tears exprest,
When love, and hope, lay both o'erthrown,
Yet still, my girl, this bleeding breast,
Throbb'd with deep sorrow, as thine own.

But when our cheeks with anguish glow'd,
When thy sweet lips where join'd to mine;
The tears that from my eye-lids flow'd,
Were lost in those which fell from thine.

Thou could'st not feel my burning cheek,
Thy gushing tears had quench'd its flame,
And as thy tongue essay'd to speak,
In sighs alone it breath'd my name.

And yet, my girl, we weep in vain,
In vain our fate in sighs deplore;
Remembrance only can remain,
But that, will make us weep the more.

Again, thou best belov'd, adieu!
Ah! if thou canst o'ercome regret,
Nor let thy mind past joys review,
Our only hope is to forget.



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