Classic Poem

If loitering thro' the noon-tide hour
Young Zephyr near my Delia's bower
Thou haply chance to rove,
Pass not, as erst, unheeding by,
But waft at least one gentle sigh
To tell her of my love.

So from each bank where violets bloom
Still mayst thou steal a new perfume
To scent thy spicy gale,
So mayst thou soon in amorous play
Incline thy own coy favourite May
To listen to thy tale.