Classic Poem

As thro' the pendant shades the Beams
On yonder sleeping Heifer play,
How Sweet with Thee to haunt the streams,
And soft attune my amorous lay!

While Flocks beneath the Caverns lie,
And the lone Plain with fervor glows;
Whilst Kidlings faint in slumber lie,
Lull'd by the winds in deep repose;

There may I pass the noon-tide hours,
There clasp Thee to my longing breast;
Thus may we bless th'indulgent Powers,
And soothe our plighted souls to rest.