Classic Poem

Hear me,—Gods!
You, who give fathers' curses, give me now
A curse that has no mercy,—stunning, vast,
And deeper than despair! Now let me crush
The heart out of a base ungrateful child!
O God, O God! I was so fond of her!
She was my only one. The world was else
A blank,—a Hell! dark, barren, hopeless, pitiless!
And now—she 's gone!
Come hither. You are bereft
(You say) of fortune—health—life's light—men's praise,
And swear you have endured some mighty loss?
I laugh at you. Turn here, and look on me .
I had—a world; and I have lost it all!
All,—not an atom left,—or shred of joy,
No hope—no resignation,—only death!