Classic Poem

O night, O my sleepless yearning for Heliodora, O the sharp kisses and tears at hateful dawn, does any trace of my love remain with her, any remembered kiss warm her cold thoughts? Does she remember my tears in her bed? Does she clasp to her breast and kiss a heart-deluding dream shape of me?
Or has she a new love, new caresses?
O lamp, may you never look on such a thing, but be the guardian of her I have committed to you.