Reach with your whiter hands to me <br />Some crystal of the spring; <br />And I about the cup shall see <br />Fresh lilies flourishing. <br /> <br />Or else, sweet nymphs, do you but this-- <br />To th' glass your lips incline; <br />And I shall see by that one kiss <br />The water turn'd to wine.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-water-nymphs-drinking-at-thefountain/
