CAMELOT FANTASIES

To a Young Lady



by William Cowper



 Sweet stream that winds through yonder glade,
 Apt emblem of a virtuous maid
 Silent and chaste she steals along,
 Far from the world's gay busy throng:
 With gentle yet prevailing force,
 Intent upon her destined course;
 Graceful and useful all she does,
 Blessing and blest where'er she goes;
 Pure-bosom'd as that watery glass,
 And Heaven reflected in her face.