Classic Poem

Maiden with those ivory shoulders
And those two hills white as snow
Charm of all the worlds beholders
Maiden thou of Earth below
Wherefore shall I win thy fancies
Wherefore win thy heart to praise
First of beautys sweet romances
Born to bless us all our days.

I the blooming time o' roses
Shall I thy beauty try to woo
When the Evenings sun reposes
On the mountains distant blue
Maid of beauty Love pursues thee
Through the rosey blooms o' June
Hedges where the woodbine dews be.