Classic Poem

WHEREIN, COMMANDING HIS HEART RETURN TO LAURA, HE DISCOVERS THAT IT HAD NEVER COME AWAY P.

Gaze on that hill, O Heart with folly fretted!
Last night we left her who began to proffer
Some recognition for the pangs we suffer;
Now for new floods of pain we stand indebted
To her. Go back alone, I, still unnetted,
Remain. Who knows what slave the day may offer
To soften agony, what golden buffer,
Prophet that felt and partner that abetted! H.

O slave, in whom vain fancies boil and blunder!
You, that have taught your sick self such forgetting,
Think you your Heart is with you? Torn asunder
From you, as you from her at your sun's setting
It let you go alone: while, unregretting,
It clings to her through lightning and through thunder.