DÉDICACE 
  
 
You crown me king and queen.  There is a name  
For whose soft sound I would abandon all  
This pomp.  I liefer would have had you call  
Some soft sweet title of belovéd shame.  
Gold coronets be seemly, but bright flame  
I choose for diadem  ;  I would let fall  
All crowns, all kingdoms, for one rhythmical  
Caress of thine, one kiss my soul to tame.  
  
You crown me king and queen ;  I crown thee lover !    
I bid thee hasten, nay, I plead with thee,  
Come in the thick dear darkness to my bed.  
Heed not my sighs, but eagerly uncover,  
As our mouths mingle, my sweet infamy,  
And rob thy lover of his maidenhead.