Classic Poem

Niobe on Phrygian sands
Turn'd a weeping Statue stands:
And the Pandionian Maid
In a Swallows wings arraid;
But a Mirrour I would be,
To be lookt on still by Thee;
Or the Gown wherein thou'rt drest,
That I might thy Limbs invest;
Or a Chrystal Spring, wherein
Thou might'st bath thy purer skin;
Or sweet Unguents, to anoint
And make supple every Joynt;
Or a Knot, thy Breast to deck;
Or a Chain, to clasp thy Neck;
Or thy Shoe I wish to be,
That thou might'st but tread on me.