Classic Poem

Brave youth, to whom Fate in one hour
Gave death and conquest, by whose power
Those chains about my heart are wound
With which the foe my kingdom bound,
Freed and captived by thee, I bring
For either act an offering:
For victory, this wreath of bay;
In sign of thraldom, down I lay
Sceptre and crown. Take from my sight
Those royal robes; since Fortune's spite
Forbids me live thy virtue's prize,
I'll die thy valour's sacrifice.