Classic Poem

Fair Nelly, just wedded and still a coy bride,
To escape from embraces plunged in the bright tide.
But the treacherous water refused to conceal her,
And the deeper she plunged, the more clear did reveal her.
So shut in clear glass you may count lilies white,
So crystal displays a red rose-bud to sight.
I leaped in behind her, and snatched a sly kiss,
Though the water prevented perfection of bliss.