Classic Poem

That jewel there, so fair begemm'd,
up-rais'd her face, her eyes so grey,
put on her crown of Orient pearl,
and thus full gravely then she spake:
“Sir, thou hast misread thy tale,
to say thy Pearl is all perdu,
that is in chest so comely and strong
as in this garden of grace and glee;
for ever to dwell and play herein,
where miss and mourning come never nigh;
this were thy treasure-hold, i' faith,
wert thou a gentle jeweller.