Classic Poem

I.

Ah trembling vagrant, say why would'st thou
From thy guardian bosom rove,
Or say, soft fugitive, how could'st thou
Trait'rous to that bosom prove?

II.

For when thou'rt heard, incautious rover,
As love's true denizen thou'rt known;
And those fond secrets oft discover,
The timid heart would guard — its own!

III.

Dan Cupid too with thee advances,
Commander of his motley troop;
Of downcast look, and timid glances,
And all Love's witching, various group!

IV.

Of throbbing pulses, glowing blushes,
Smother'd groans, cross-threaded arms,
Paley looks, and sudden flushes,
Trembling fears, and fond alarms!

V.

Thou Love's aerial vassal art too,
Then tell-tale from my lips away;
Steal back into my beating heart too,
Lest thou its confidence betray!