Classic Poem

Appeas'd, the Nymph recover'd her first looke;
So faire, so sweet! the haire her skin forsooke:
Her horns decrease: large eyes, wide jawes, contract:
Shoulders and hands againe become exact:
Her hooves to nailes diminish: nothing now,
But that pure White, retaynes she of the Cow.
Then, on her feete her body she erects
Now borne by two. Her selfe shee yet suspects;
Nor dares to speake alowd, lest shee should heare
Her selfe to low; but softly tries with feare.