Classic Poem

Sweet lucent waters of Mondego's stream,
Of my Remembrance restful jouissance,
Where far-fet, lingering, traitorous Esperance
Longwhile misled me in a blinding Dream;
From you I part, yea, still I'll ne'er misdeem
That long-drawn Memories which your charms enhance
Forbid me changing and, in every chance,
E'en as I farther speed I nearer seem.

Well may my Fortunes hale this instrument
Of Soul o'er new strange regions wide and side,
Offered to winds and watery element;
But hence my Spirit, by you 'companied,
Borne on the nimble wings that Reverie lent,
Flies home and bathes her, Waters, in your tide.