Classic Poem

The marvels of that wondrous flood!
Beauteous its banks with beryl bright;
with music sweet its waters swept;
with whispering voice it wander'd on
And in the depths shone glittering stones;
as glint through glass they glimmer'd and glow'd;
as streaming stars in the welkin shine
on a winter night, when dalesmen sleep
Each pebble set there in that pool
was an emerald, sapphire, or goodly gem,
that all the water with light did gleam,—
the glamour was so wondrous rare!