Classic Poem

Miss Plumpness tittered. Rupert went away.
He did not test the unreddened ring again
For many a month — till one sweet summer day,
He and a lady, with a noble train,
Rode through the woods that skirt a glimmering bay.
She was a lady full of high disdain,
As pure and calm as Artemis — her eye
Had moonlight in its still serenity.