Meek Maid! That Sitting On Yon Lofty Tower, View'St The Calm Floods That Wildly Beat Below, Be Off! Yon Sunbeam Veils A Heavy Shower, Which Sets My Heart With Joy A Aching, Oh! For Why, O Maid, With Locks Of Jetty Flax, Should Grief Convulse My Heart With Joyful Knocks? It Is But Reasonable You Should Ax, Because It Soundeth Like A Paradox. Hear, Then, Bright Virgin! If The Rain Comes Down, 'Twill Wet The Roads, And Spoil My Morning Ride; But It Will Also Spoil Thy Bran-New Gown, And Therefore Cure Thee Of Thy Cursed Pride. Moral This Sonnet, If Well Understood, Shows The Same Thing May Bring Both Harm And Good.