Classic Poem

Tenderly inscribed to LAURA.

Come, Laura! to these longing arms,
Come, and resign me all thy charms;
Depriv'd of riches, pomp, and state,
Let us, my dear, in love be great;
In amorous bliss the hours employ,
And spend the moments all in joy;
Oh! come, sweet maid! without delay,
And let us toy, and kiss, and play,
Careless of what the world may say,
Let's seize the minutes as they pass;
Come, dear, enchanting, heavenly lass!
Time rapid flies...the very hour
That's passing now returns no more:
Then let us, in our youth and health,
(Riches beyond ev'n India's wealth,)
Enjoy the moments...lose no time...
To lose a moment now's a crime.
Age with its evils soon will come,
And death will quickly be our doom:
Haste, then, my Laura ! let us prove
The more than human joys of love!