Classic Poem

I.

Why comes he not? — the convent's bell
Hath told the hour,
The fatal hour,
He chose to bid his love farewell!
The setting sun
Is almost gone,
The twilight shades are round me cast;
Has he forgot
This once-lov'd spot,
Oh! hath it from his memory past?

II.

Why comes he not? — can he forget
'Twas at this hour,
This fatal hour,
In this sequester'd spot we met?
Ingrate! to thee
I, foolishly
Consented to be thine at last;
And gave to thee,
Confidingly,
The heart thy falsehood's breaking fast.