Classic Poem

Could I but fly to that calm, peaceful shore,
Where shades of the bless'd suffer anguish no more,
There should I sorrow not,
Mis'ry and grief forgot,
Rapture and joy my lot,
Unfelt before!

Dearest of woman-kind, when I review
All thy fond, plighted vows, faithful and true,
Fain would my spirit fly
To the bright realms on high
And, in thy destiny,
Triumph anew!

Ah! my fond heart, all thy wishes are vain,
Thy transports are vanish'd; thy griefs must remain:
Memory! torment no more,
Fancy! thy reign is o'er!
Canst thou to me restore
Pleasure again?

Silence, my Muse! nor thus idly deplore
Her whom no sorrow of thine can restore!
Nobly endure thy pain,
Sighs and tears both are vain,
Cease then thy mournful strain,
Sorrow no more!