Before your feet, <br />My love, my sweet, <br />Behold! your slave bows down; <br />And in his hands <br />From other lands <br />Brings you another crown. <br /> <br />For in far climes, <br />In bygone times, <br />Myself was royal too: <br />Oh, I have been <br />A king, my queen, <br />Who am a slave for you!<br /><br />Edith Nesbit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-whirligig-of-time/
