Classic Poem

I saw thee near a doorless wall
That ends not, or with aught begins,
And now where cheating shadows fall,
Thou doest not answer to my call;
Nor art thou near the doorless wall:
Death's daring dark horse always wins.

And keen I felt the sharp repine,
And thought that every blight was mine.
Nor would I love again, and yet!
How we forget!—How we forget!