Classic Poem

We rowed the boat among them as they lay
Pale lilies, snowy and with hearts of gold,
That sprang from under depths of oozy mould
And starred the waters of a Summer day;
And I remember after, that in play
You wound them round your forehead fold on fold,
And feigned you were a Naiad, shy and cold
Or water-sprite, or mocking woodland fay.

Yet an you were a Naiad, this I know
That you were courted by the amorous sun,
Who kissed your creamy lilies one by one
Till they had drooped beneath his fervent glow;
But ere they withered in the twilight there
They left their gold hearts tangled in your hair.