Classic Poem

As when the mighty moon doth rise,
ere thence the gleam of day may set,
so, suddenly, in wondrous way,
I was 'ware of a procession there
This noble city of rich renown
was suddenly, without summons, full
of maidens, all in self-same garb
as was my Blissful beneath her crown;
and crownèd were they all alike,
array'd in pearls and raiment white;
on each one's breast was fasten'd firm,
with great delight, the blissful pearl.