Classic Poem

Long of soft Words the Pow'r I try'd,
To bend my Chloris 's stubborn Will;
Awake, she still my Suit deny'd,
Asleep, did ev'ry Wish fulfil:
O charming Slumber, that could prove
More kind than all the Pow'rs of Love!

With Gold I strove to tempt her Eyes,
With Love and Musick touch her Ear;
But she did ev'ry Bribe despise,
Nor would my warm Addresses hear:
Had she not slept, I still in vain
Had, waking, urg'd my Love-sick Pain.

But then my Passion I express'd
In tim'rous Whispers, as she lay;
And gently touch'd her swelling Breast,
And listen'd what her Heart did say:
Kind Heart, that made no rude Alarms,
To rob me of my Chloris 's Charms!

With eager Joy the Fort I won,
A glowing Blush her Cheeks o'erspread:
But she, dissembling, still slept on,
And seem'd insensible and dead:
Thus, Chloris , thou at once did'st prove
Just to thy Honour, and my Love.