Classic Poem

If not a secret, tell me, pray,
Where 'tis thou hid'st thyself all day?
I sought thee first, but sought in vain,
Upon the lesser martial Plain;
Next to the Circus did I run;
Call'd at each book-shop in the town;
Then to the Capitol did go;
And then to Pompey's Portico:
To each gay damsel I could meet,
Who smil'd methought serenely sweet,
I cry'd; “O, tell, my wanton fair,
“Where's my Camerius, tell me where?”
One, more lascivious than the rest,
Whom I thro' accident addrest,
Baring her beauteous bosom, said;
“Lo, in this rosy heav'n he's hid!”
And, thus conceal'd, to find thee, sure
Would be Herculean toil, or more;
For, proudly lodg'd, you would pretend
You did not hear your bawling friend:
Then, prithee, gentle youth, avow
What snowy girl detains you now:
For what avails the silent kiss?
To speak one's love is half the bliss!
Impart then all thy joys to me;
With others keep strict secrecy:
Else; tho' like Micion's offspring I,
Or Pegasus, could vent'rous fly;
Tho', in my pace, I should exceed
Ladas, or Perseus' winged speed;
Tho' Rhesus' milk-white steeds should be,
In swiftness, far surpass'd by me;
Tho' Boreas' sons, that wing the air,
Should not, in flight, with me compare;
Tho' nimbler than the nimble wind,
E'en than the north, and east combin'd;
Yet should I feel my strength decay,
And waste my wearied life away;
In traversing the mazy round,
To learn where thou art to be found?