Our flood's-queen Thames for ships and swans is crown'd, <br />And stately Severn for her shore is prais'd, <br />The crystal Trent for fords and fish renown'd, <br />And Avon's fame to Albion's cliffs is rais'd; <br />Carlegion Chester vaunts her holy Dee, <br />York many wonders of her Ouse can tell, <br />The Peak her Dove, whose banks so fertile be, <br />And Kent will say her Medway doth excell; <br />Cotswold commends her Isis to the Thame, <br />Our Northern borders boast of Tweed's fair flood, <br />Our Western parts extol their Wylye's fame, <br />And the old Lea brags of the Danish blood. <br />Arden's sweet Anker, let thy glory be, <br />That fair Idea only lives by thee.<br /><br />Michael Drayton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxxii-our-flood-s-queen-thames/
