Classic Poem

Number the sands that do restrain
And fetter the Rebellious main:
Count those pale fires that do dispence
To us both light and influence:
The drops of the vast sea divide,
These in themselves be multiplied,
That all when added into one,
May by our kisses be out-gone,
By which when number they surmount,
Wee'l teach Arithmetick to count.