Classic Poem

Again I hear my Damon's voice, —
I bless the well-known sound!
Again I see his magic smiles,
Diffusing joy around!
I feel my heart with rapture beat, —
I feel my bosom burn!
For love, that in his absence sleeps,
Awakes at his return.
The ardent kiss, the tender sigh,
Revives the smother'd flame, —
While each love-speaking look declares
My Damon still the same.
But, ah! how transient this delight!
Soon call'd to distant plains, —
With him the blissful moment flies!
The tedious year remains .