Classic Poem

Till recently I fought the frays
Of love as valiantly as any,
For I was thrall to all the fays—
My skirmishes were many.

But now shall have the wall that guards
The left of sea-born Aphrodite
The lyre and arms that were this bard's,
Now done with battles mighty.

O queen of Cyprus full of cash,
Goddess of Memphis warm, unsnowy.
Swat once with thine uplifted lash
The supercilious Chloë!