Classic Poem

Beauty whose soft Magnetick chains
Nor time nor absence can untie,
Thy power the narrow bounds disdains
Of nature or Philosophie,
That canst by unconfined laws
A motion, though at distance, cause.

Drawn by the sacred influence
Of thy bright eyes, I back return;
And since I no where can dispence
With flames that do in absence burn,
I rather choose 'midst them t'expire
Then languish by a hidden fire.

But if thou the insulting pride
Of vulgar beauties dost despise,
Who by vain triumphs Deifide,
Their votaries do sacrifice,
Then let those flames, whose magick charm
At distance scorch'd, approch'd but warm.