Classic Poem

One fine morning, in the country of a very gentle people, a magnificent man and woman were shouting in the public square. " My friends, I want her to be queen! " " I want to be queen! " She was laughing and trembling. He spoke to their friends of revelation, of trials completed. They swooned against each other.
In fact they were regents for a whole morning as crimson hangings were raised against the houses, and for the whole afternoon, as they moved toward groves of palm trees.