Classic Poem

Pearl all-pleasing, prince's treasure,
too chastely set in gold so pure!
From out the Orient, I aver,
ne'er proved I pearl its precious peer.
So round, so royal wherever ranged,
so sweetly small, so wondrous smooth;
where'er I judged of joyous gems,
I placed my Pearl apart, supreme.
I lost it—in a garden—alas!
Through grass to ground 'twas gone from me.
I pine, by Severing Love despoil'd
of Pearl mine own, without a spot.