Classic Poem

We sat beneath the humming pines:
We knew that we must part,
I might not even speak by signs
The motions of my heart:

And as I took your hand, and gazed
Subdued into your eyes,
I saw the arm of Fate upraised, —
And still'd the inward cries:

I saw that this could never be
Which I had dared to pray:
And in the tear that fell from me,
There fell my life that day!