Classic Poem

Yes, she is gone, this morning. I awake
To divine sunlight, and sweet fragrance flowing
Through the wide windows, while rare blossoms take
All early beauty of the daybreak glowing
High in the East. For lovely Helen's sake
I love these fair delights: but when I am going
To kiss my lady of the loosened zone . . .
Alas, the agony! I am left alone.