Classic Poem

I.

Misery his heart hath broken—
 Misery is mystery!
 Let the sad one lonely be;
As the Ancients shunned the token
 Of a lightning-blasted tree.

II.

Breathe no word, his doom is spoken—
 Misery is mistery!
By its scathing lightning fated,
Human hearts are consecrated,
 For a higher destiny.