Classic Poem

Sleepless I often lie at dawn of day —
Then from the convent tower that rises near
The trebly threefold note salutes my ear
That bids the true believer muse and pray.
With answering heart my Angelus I say,
And think of her who was so lately here —
Of her whose love through many a happy year
Brought me all good, and charm'd all ills away.
Again each sacred stage I travel o'er,
From the dusk eve when, hearing first her voice,
(Her face half hid) my heart presaged its choice —
To that last morn when 'midst white flowers she lay,
With brow and cheek, ah! white and cold as they —
No longer mine, yet mine for evermore.