For just reward. The scaling of the wall
Was not the meed; there came the festival,
And now there comes the crown that I must don.
XII.
O my Belovèd! I am king of thee,
And thou my queen; and I will wear the crown
A little moment, for thy love's renown.
Yea, for a moment, it shall circle me,
And then be thine, so thou, upon thy knee,
Do seek the same, with all thy tresses down.