Classic Poem

Gliding through Stella's house, thy waters lave
Thy lord's fair halls and court, thou nymph divine;
Egeria sent thee forth from Trivia's cave
Perchance, or art thou of the heavenly nine?
This victim here I offer at thy shrine,
Since, sick, thy healing draught I took by stealth;
Take thou my quittance, nymph, and be it mine
Freely to quaff henceforth full draughts of health.