Classic Poem

Full many a splendid vision
The hopes of youth embrace,
With vehemence and weeping
It storms the starry space.
Heav'n hears its supplication,
In mercy answers, no!
And puts aside the craving
With all its load of wo.

But when from baseless visions
The heart, grown wiser, turns
And but for truth, for pureness
For men's affection yearns,
And yet with all its striving
Can never reach the bourn,
Then may we freely pardon
The man, howe'er he mourn.