I WALK'D along a stream, for pureness rare, <br />Brighter than sun-shine; for it did acquaint <br />The dullest sight with all the glorious prey <br />That in the pebble-paved channel lay. <br /> <br />No molten crystal, but a richer mine, <br />Even Nature's rarest alchymy ran there,-- <br />Diamonds resolv'd, and substance more divine, <br />Through whose bright-gliding current might appear <br />A thousand naked nymphs, whose ivory shine, <br />Enamelling the banks, made them more dear <br />Than ever was that glorious palace' gate <br />Where the day-shining Sun in triumph sate. <br /> <br />Upon this brim the eglantine and rose, <br />The tamarisk, olive, and the almond tree, <br />As kind companions, in one union grows, <br />Folding their twining arms, as oft we see <br />Turtle-taught lovers either other close, <br />Lending to dulness feeling sympathy; <br />And as a costly valance o'er a bed, <br />So did their garland-tops the brook o'erspread. <br /> <br />Their leaves, that differ'd both in shape and show, <br />Though all were green, yet difference such in green, <br />Like to the checker'd bent of Iris' bow, <br />Prided the running main, as it had been--<br /><br />Christopher Marlowe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fragment-25/
