Classic Poem

I stroll along the walks
With sandals wetted through,
From dripping flowers and stalks
That fringe the avenue;
My broidered mantle twice begemmed with dropping dew!
Then up an echoing colonnade I go,
With shadowy pillars ranged athwart the light,
Then climb a flight of stairs, ascending slow,
Then through a porch, and through a portal bright,
And I am in my Castle, lord of all,
Reflected gaily o'er its polished floor,
With grooms and pages hurrying at my call,
And cringing chamberlains at every door,
Who wave their wands and wait
To bow me on my way in royal pomp and state!