Classic Poem

Choicest pearls, of sovereign price,
favour'd mortal there might see,
when all as fresh as a fleur-de-lys
adown that bank she came anon.
Gleaming white was her surcoat fine,
open at sides, and nobly edged
with pearls, the merriest, I trow,
that e'er I saw yet with mine eyes;
ample the sleeves, I ween and wot,
with double braid of pearl bedeck'd;
her beauteous kirtle, matching well,
with precious pearls was all bedight.