Classic Poem

More and more, and yet still more,
I long'd to see beyond the brook;
for if 'twas fair where I then pass'd,
far fairer was the farther land.
About me stumbled I and stared;
to find a ford full hard I sought;
but perils more, iwis, there were,
the further I stalk'd along the bank;
and ever methought I could not flinch,
afeard, where wealth so winsome was;
when new delights at hand were nigh,
that moved my mind, e'en more and more.