Classic Poem

I gave her all 'twas mine to give,
And fondly thought she smiled:
Nor can I even now believe,
Those lips my soul beguiled.
Surely, some answering spirit woke,
And with that dearest accent spoke!

Ah! but 'twas yesterday we met,
My trembling heart aflame:
So many a tedious month had set,
Since last she breathed my name!
Gone were the hours of aching sense!
Here, here, at length, my recompense!

God! she but passed me, passed me! Yea,
With eyes, that met mine eyes;
Unlit by one, faint, tremulous, ray,
One movement of surprise!
Stranger from stranger, thus we part:
She, reckless; I, with broken heart.