Classic Poem

WHEREIN HE IS THE MOST MISERABLE OF LOVERS

From Spanish Ebro to Hydaspes dark,
Exploring ocean's every nook that ran
From the Red Sea to the cold Caspian —
In earth, in heaven you shall one Phaenix mark.
What favoured or what infamous bird swept stark
Across my star? Which Sister winds my span,
That I alone find Pity under ban
And live in Hell who hoped for Heaven's lark?
Speak not of her, but him, her guide, who pours
Her whole heart full of love and light, bestowing
Upon her spirit gifts to overflowing;
But whether mine be sweet or sour ignores,
Nor cares that Time upon my temples snowing
Brands me with signs my soul hates and abhors!