Classic Poem

What shall I do, now I have gone forever
Out of your heart like unremembered rain,
And all the golden paths of my endeavor
Are turned into a wilderness of pain!
Where shall I go, now that I cannot ever
Walk in the April of your pride again.
Surely this Spring will break my heart as never
The granite twilights on the coast of Spain.

Had you been cruel, more cruel than you were tender,
And flung me back to perish in the snows,
I would not then have dreamed towards your surrender,
(Though even the darkness may achieve a rose
And one soul's chaos flame to greater splendor
Than sunsets in the archipelagos).