Classic Poem

For thee I bring this coronet,
For thee, my destined bride,
Its hangings bright a gleaming net
That shall thy beauty hide.

O place it on those locks of gold
And then thy bosom veil,
Draw close the linen fold on fold
Over the ivory pale.

More close, more closely let it bind
Those globes together pressed,
And all about thy body wind
A cincture for thy breast.

This thou must take while yet a maid,
But soon a wedded wife
Thou shalt within my arms be laid
And children bring to life.

Then jewelled head-dress shalt thou wear,
And I will buy for thee
A band of silver for thy hair
That all may know who see.