Classic Poem

Oh ! she was fair;—ay if the Swan be fair,
She too was dainty white;—and she would heave
Her bosom's loveliness e'en as the Swan,
Who dwells the waters on,
And rides along the wave
Singing a sweeter song than else were heard;
And as that proudly-mantling bird
Slow sails in gallant trim,
So she would win her way in easy swim:—
Oh! I could love her for that Queen-like air!—