Classic Poem

You sigh, Maria, hapless maid,
The tear stands trembling in your eye;
My bosom, touch'd by kindred woes,
Re-echoes ev'ry pensive sigh.

You grieve for an unfaithful swain,
I mourn that you refuse my love,
One look, one word, one tender smile,
From you, would all my cares remove.

Maria, think how hard my fate,
Your sad dejected look to see,
To hear you heave the frequent sigh,
Yet know that sigh is not for me.

Oh! how unfeeling was the youth,
Unworthy such a matchless prize,
Who won that tender heart of thine,
Yet such a treasure could despise.

Forget the cold ungen'rous swain,
The mem'ry of his love resign,
Think of his broken vows no more,
But, dearest maid, attend to mine.