Classic Poem

Never a sharper grief
Than remembrance of happy things
When our misery stings
And wounds ache for relief;

Never a wilder smart
Than love disclosed too late,
And the lover through the lockt gate
Showeth his bleeding heart;

Never more dolorous knell
Was sigh'd than Rimini's,
Francesca's the bride, and his
That loved too late and too well.

Never in all the hours
Of heart-breaking and keen
Pang of loss has there been
Love more fatal than ours!