Classic Poem

I never should have sung again, if I had lost thee!
If the dark winds of time had seized on thee and tost thee
Like some sad autumn leaf
Aside, why then my soul would never once have spoken
Again in music sweet, nor the grim silence broken
Of helpless deadliest hopeless speechless grief.

The saddest sorrow of all is sorrow that is speechless,
Tearless, and motionless; like some vast ocean, beachless
Yet void of waves and sound:—
A sea that none may plumb, a waste that none may travel,
Barred by strange walls of fog that never breeze doth ravel,
Sunless and moonless,—and with no known bound.