Classic Poem

A lovely damsel in a lake was drowned
Her garments green were floating on the wave,
A golden brooch her snowy head-dress crowned,
In gay attire she found a watery grave.

On that most fatal spot a lily grew
And spread on either side her verdurous leaves;
The blossom white with stud of golden hue
Still gently heaving as the water heaves.

Like this fair flow'r from earth the maiden came
Now blooms perennial in bright Heaven's eye;
A grosser element matured her frame
This world of tears prepared her for the sky.