Classic Poem

I.

When I think on your truth I doubt you no more,
I blame all the fears I gave way to before;
I say to my heart " Be at rest and believe
" That whom once she has chosen she never will leave. "

II.

But ah! when I think on each ravishing grace
That plays in the smiles of that heav'nly face
My heart beats again; I again apprehend
Some fortunate rival in ev'ry friend.

III.

These painful suspicions you cannot remove,
Since you neither can lessen your charms nor my love,
But doubts caus'd by passion you never can blame,
For they 're not ill-founded, or you feel the same.