Classic Poem

More was of wealth there, of this kind,
than I could tell, were leisure mine,
for earthly heart might not attain
unto the tenth of that glad Joy
Certes, methought that Paradise
lay there beyond, o'er those broad banks.
The stream was some device, I trow'd,
Sir Mirth had made between great wells;
beyond the brook, by hill or dale,
the castle-bounds, I trow'd, were mark'd;
but the water was deep, I durst not wade,
and ever long'd I, more and more.