An Acrostic
G-o! simple lay! and tell that fair,
O-h! 'tis for her, her lover dies!
U-ndone by her, his heart sincere
R-esolves itself thus into sighs!
D-ear cruel maid!tho ne'er doth she
O-nce think, for her thus breaks my heart,
S-ad fate! oh! yet must I love thee,
B-e thou unkind, till life doth part!
Y-oung Peri of the East' thou maid divine!
S-weet one! oh! let me not thus die:
A-ll kind, to these fond arms of mine
C-ome! and let me no longer sigh!
Poem no: 07
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