Classic Poem

'Twas in that Month which follows May ,
(I never can forget the Day! )
When first I gaz'd on Phaebe 's Eyes,
When first my Heart became her Prize
In Sighs the tedious Summer past:
We cheerful Autumn saw at last;
But still I sigh'd: rude Winter came;
In Frost , and Snow I burnt the same:
Now Spring returns; still, still I burn!
When, Love! must Phaebe have her Turn