Classic Poem

WRITTEN IN THE YEAR MDCCXXXIII

I.

The heavy hours are almost past
That part my love and me;
My longing eyes may hope at last
Their only wish to see.

II.

But how, my Delia! will you meet
The man you 'ave lost so long?
Will love in all your pulses beat,
And tremble on your tongue?

III.

Will you in ev'ry look declare
Your heart is still the same,
And heal each idly anxious care
Our fears in absence frame?

IV.

Thus, Delia! thus I paint the scene
When shortly we shall meet,
And try what yet remains between
Of loit'ring time to cheat.

V.

But if the dream that sooths my mind
Shall false and groundless prove,
If I am doom'd at length to find
You have forgot to love;

VI.

All I of Venus ask is this,
No more to let us join,
But grant me here the flatt'ring bliss
To die and think you mine.