Classic Poem

Go , forget me — why should sorrow
O'er that brow a shadow fling?
Go, forget me — and to-morrow
Brightly smile and sweetly sing.
Smile — though I shall not be near thee;
Sing — though I shall never hear thee;
May thy soul with pleasure shine,
Lasting as the gloom of mine.

Like the sun, thy presence glowing,
Clothes the meanest things in light;
And when thou, like him, art going,
Loveliest objects fade in night.
All things look'd so bright about thee,
That they nothing seem without thee;
By that pure and lucid mind
Earthly things were too refined.

Go, thou vision wildly gleaming,
Softly on my soul that fell;
Go, for me no longer beaming —
Hope and Beauty! fare ye well!
Go, and all that once delighted
Take, and leave me all benighted;
Glory's burning — generous swell,
Fancy and the Poet's shell.