Classic Poem

Jove, men say, in golden shower
Entered once a maiden's bed,
Pierced within the brazen bower,
Took a maidenhead.

So the poets tell the tale,
This the meaning I behold;
Bars and walls will ne'er avail,
Brass must yield to gold.

Bonds relax, doors open wide
If you take a golden key,
Haughty dames forget their pride,
Sink on willing knee.

Danai the falling rain
Welcomed thus in days gone by,
Lovers need not sigh in vain
If with gold they try.