Classic Poem

Who hath not felt despair
Hath never loved at all:
Yea, whoso sayeth that death doth not appal
Hath sought no grave, nor felt the darkness there.

But whoso loveth well,
He sayeth with anguished heart,
“Thou glib and easy, smooth-tongued hope, depart!
Truth, truth alone, unbars the gates of hell.”