Classic Poem

The more I scann'd her face so fair,
her beauteous form when I had found,
such gladdening glory came to me
as seldom had been wont to come.
Longing me seized to call her name,
but wonder dealt my heart a blow;
I saw her in so strange a place,
well might the shock mine heart appal
Then lifted she her visage fair,
as ivory pure her face was white;
it thrill'd mine heart, struck all astray,
and ever the longer, more and more.