Classic Poem

Shy, Chloe, as a fawn from me you fly,
Far from his dam on pathless hills astray,
At every sound of earth or sky
To panic fear a prey.

If the light leaves but shiver in the breeze
That breathes the spring, or darting through the brake
Green lizards brush a twig, his knees
And heart with terror quake.

Yet no fierce tiger I your track pursue,
No Libyan lion seek your limbs to tear.
Come, to be wed your time is due,
And quit your mother's care.