Classic Poem

A stately flower in my garden grows,
Whose colour is the dawn-sky's maiden blue;
The loveliest to my Lady's thinking too.
And when the Lord of June bids her disclose
Her very heart, all bashfully she throws
An inner petal o'er the orange hue,
As one last plea; submitting to his view,
Yet virginally majestic while he glows.
For reasons known to us we give the name
Alicia Caerulea to that flower,
Sweet as the Sea-born borne on the sea-wave:
That Innocent in shame where is no shame;
That proud Reluctant; that fair slave of power,
Who conquers most when she is most the slave.