Classic Poem

I am all alone in my little room;
There is no one to see me but the Gloom
O' the eve and the Dark o' the night,
And the eyes of my Fears that affright.
If I smile there is no one to know,
If I weep my tears will not show,
And others are lying alone even so.

There is no one to know save old Pain, who will creep
From cot to cot when the dark hours sleep;
He'll be gathering up each sigh,
And each little lone heart-cry,
And every strong hope that doth sink,
And each doomed desire, I think,
To mix therefrom our common drink.

O he brews the draught in a broken heart,
And we each give part and we each quaff part,
When he passes the cup around
To the souls whom he hath bound.
Then I will be smiling, O Pain,
When you give me the cup to drain,
That some who come after may smile again.