Classic Poem

" Prithee, young fisherman, come over —
Hither thy light bark bring;
Row to this bank, and try recover
My treasure — 'tis a ring! "

The fisher-boy of Como's lake
His bonny boat soon brought her,
And promised for her beauty's sake
To search beneath the water.

" I'll give thee, " said the ladye fair,
" One hundred sequins bright,
If to my villa thou wilt bear,
Fisher, that ring to-night. "

" A hundred sequins I'll refuse
When I shall come at eve:
But there is something, if you choose,
Lady, that you can give! "

The ring was found beneath the flood:
Nor need my lay record
What was that lady's gratitude,
What was that youth's reward.