Classic Poem

False look, false hope, and falsest love,
All meteors sent to me,
To shew how they the heart could move,
And how deceiving be:
They left me darkened, crushed, alone;
My spirit's household god's o'erthrown.

The world itself is changed, and all
That was beloved before
Is vanished, and beyond recall,
For I can hope no more:
The sear of fire, the dint of steel,
Are easier than such wounds to heal.