Classic Poem

I DID not wish to see his face,
I knew it could not be,
Though not a look had altered there,
What once it was to me.

Since last we met, a fairy spell
Had been from each removed;
How strange it is that those can change
Who were so much beloved!

It is a bitter thing to know
The heart's enchantment o'er;
But 'tis more bitter still to feel
It can be charmed no more!