"There, in a meadow, by the rivers side,
Aflocke of Nymphes I chance'd to espy,
All lovely daughters of the Flood thereby,
With goodly greenish locks, all loose and untyde,
As each had bene a Bryde;
And each one had a little wicker basket,
Made of the twigs, entrayled curiously,
In which they gathered flowers to fill their flasket,
And with fine fingers crept full feasteously
The teacher stalkes on hye."