Classic Poem

Now that the dream is vanished, and the night is fled,
And doubt is mine no more, now my desire is mine,
I hunger for the sped delight that dawn has banished,
Dawn my desire: O fool! the night was more divine.

In sorrow did I languish, and have I not shed
Tears for untasted joys that did immortal seem?
Now hope, with fear, lies dead, and passion, with its anguish:
O give me back my doubt again, and let me dream!