Classic Poem

No other presence in the universe
So longed I for as thine:
The blessing came, but shadowed by a curse,
What ailed this heart of mine?

At sight of thee it straightway turned to lead,
And sank me by its weight:
How poor and weak the scanty words I said!
Far less like love than hate.

Ah! this is it. Love's possibilities
Of speech and sign are rare:
So mighty then each little moment is,
It numbs me like despair.

I stood in midst of opportunity,
Bewildered by the shock:
Its bounty fell so suddenly on me
It hemmed me in like rock.