Classic Poem

Bedight with pearls, that precious thing
came down the shore beyond the stream;
from here to Greece no gladder man
than I, when she was at the brink.
She was me nearer than aunt or niece,
wherefore my joy was much the more.
Proffer'd me speech that creature rare,
inclining low in womanly wise;
her crown of richest worth she doff'd,
and hail'd me with obeisance blithe
Well was me that e'er I was born,
to answer that Sweet, in pearls bedight.