Classic Poem

I once used to say:
I am a queen.
Day and night my palace gate
I watch unseen.

Day and night I watch and wait
For my King;
He will tap at my door and his knightly heart
He will bring.

He of all the sons on earth
The fairest son;
Eyes — two pools of light,
A soul — a kiss of the sun.

Thus I wandered in my dreams —
Was I misled?
What if it be an idle dream,
What if my king be dead?

But why should I wait for the King
And dream away my day?
Should I not go henceforth
My own way?

The secret I kept is dead,
And will never revive;
There is a word I left unsaid:
But how if my King is — alive?