Classic Poem

By that swamp's shore
Grow reeds and lotus
There is a man so fair—
Oh how can I cure my wound?
Day and night I can do nothing;
As a flood my tears flow.

By that swamp's shore
Grow reeds and scented herbs.
There is a man so fair—
Well-made; big and strong
Day and night I can do nothing;
For my heart is full of woe

By that swamp's shore
Grow reeds and lotus-flowers.
There is a man so fair—
Well-made, big and stern.
Day and night I can do nothing;
Face on pillow I toss and turn.