Classic Poem

IMITATED FROM THE ITALIAN .

Balmy Zephyr! should my love
Feel, 'midst her locks, thy soft breath rove,
While she with roses wreathes them;
Tell her the breezes as they rise
Are all compos'd of amorous sighs, —
But tell her not who breathes them.

Limpid River! should she pace
Thy banks, let wild flow'rs spring t' embrace
The gentle foot that treads them;
And tell her that the waves she hears,
Soft murm'ring, are a lover's tears, —
But tell her not who sheds them.