Classic Poem

Thou needest not beleaguer and besiege
The forts and ramparts of my heart's red town:
Already is the hard portcullis raised,
The crimson drawbridge down.

I make surrender to thy lips and eyes;
Proclaim thee Conqueror, and crown thee Queen;
For aught of virtue that my spirit holds
Ever thy fief has been.

Enter, O Queen; the gates are open wide,
Upon the citadel thy banner streams,
Lead in the shining armies of thy love,
O Lady of my Dreams!