Classic Poem

It is my own door that is shut,
Shut fast within am I,
Since you, who were a guest, are but
A passer-by.

Was I your guest? Oh, long ago
I did come hurrying by;
We did exchange a word or so —
How the years fly!

You visited my heart, and took
Welcome I ill could spare —
Once only. Did your casual look
Find the house bare?

By no means! You were more than kind,
But I was called away;
Youth, and the world, and love to find —
How could I stay?

Youth called you once, and it was I,
Ashamed to call so loud,
Just once — for you made no reply,
And I was proud.

Were you indeed? Ah, if again
We had our lives to choose!
Ithought a voice was calling then,
I wondered whose.

Oh, why insult the heart you broke?
Where love was, well you knew!
Even then the liar in you woke,
The traitor grew!

Quite right, my fault, as I recall;
Bitter it is, but true!
Reason to hate me — none at all
For loving you.