Classic Poem

IMITATED FROM C. F. W EISSE'S " A Mein V EILCHEN "

Tho' from thy bank of velvet torn,
Hang not, fair Flower, thy drooping crest;
On Delia's bosom shalt thou find
A softer, sweeter bed of rest.

Tho' from mild Zephyr's kiss no more
Ambrosial balms thou shalt inhale,
Her gentle breath, whene'er she sighs,
Shall fan thee with a purer gale.

But Thou be grateful for that bliss
For which in vain a thousand burn,
And, as thou stealest sweets from her,
Give back thy choicest in return.