Follow your saint, follow with accents sweet:
Haste you, sad notes, fall at her flying feet.
There, wrapp'd in cloud of sorrow, pit move,
And tell the ravisher of my soul I perish for her love:
But if she scorns my never-ceasing pain,
Then burst with sighing in her sight and ne'er return again.
All that I sung still to her praise did tend,
Still she was first; still she my songs did end;
Yet she my love and music both doth fly,
The music that her echo is and beauty's sympathy,
Then let my notes pursue her scornful flight:
It shall suffice that they were breath'd and died for her delight
- An epic poem, about a lot of different things rolled into one theme, feminism, is a long shot for this poems motif but classifying poems is difficult outside of classical types.