Classic Poem

From Pisa cross the Sea Alpheus straies,
And with his Olive-fertile stream conveyes
To Arethuse leaves, sacred ashes, flowers,
Which headlong into hers his current poures:
Under the Sea flowes his unmingled Tide,
Nor knows the Sea what waves beneath him glide;
Thus Love, that little Tyrant, can direct
Rivers to swim to those whom they affect.