Classic Poem

Would I wer chaungde, into that goulden Shower,
That so devinely stremed from the Skyes,
To fall in droppes upon the dainty Flower,
Wher in her bed, she solitary lyes,
Then would I hope such showres, as richly shine,
Would pierce more depe, then thes wast teares of mine.

Or would I were that plumed Swan, snow whight,
Under whose form, was hidden heavenly power,
Then in that river wold I most Delight
Whose waves do beate, against her stately bower.
And on those bankes, so tune my Dyinge songe,
That her deafe eares, should thinke my plaint to longe.

Els would I were Narcissus, that sweete Boy,
And she herselfe the Fountayne, Cristall cleere,
Who ravisht with the Pride of his own Joy,
Drenched his limmes, with gazing over neere.
So should I bringe my Sowle to happy reste
To end my Lyfe, in that I loved beste.