Rudyard Kipling

“ And the warm blood flushed through the Monarch's daughter,
And lo! she fell on his neck with a cry.
Many there be by land and water,
(Wait and watch ye patiently)
That gave their love to a Monarch's daughter,
That bound their heart in the days gone by.
Hope is little by land or water,
Wait and watch ye patiently.
Gold wins not a Monarch's daughter,
Neither jewels nor bravery.
Get ye fame by land and water,
That your name live and do not die,
And ye win the love of a Monarch's daughter... ”