Classic Poem

"So he was young
Who for my sake in silence hung
Upon the cross with passion wrung."

"Look, thou art fair."
"He was more fair
Than men, who deigned for me to wear
A visage marred beyond compare."

"And thou hast riches."
"Daily bread:
All else is his; who living, dead,
For me lacked where to lay his head."

"And life is sweet."
"It was not so
To him, whose cup did overflow
With mine unutterable woe."