Classic Poem

Pity me not if I should fall from grace
While yet the world is glamour to the senses,
Or that I forego worship for a face
That shatters utterly the old defences.
Pity me not if I should cast away
The gifts I labored all my life to gather;
Though you should think it heartless to betray,
Would you not I were true to beauty rather?

Pity me only if, when April comes,
I do not quiver to an ecstasy
Of unendurable anguish to be free.
Pity me only if the shining domes
And windows of delight from beauty stay me—
Then you may come and pitilessly slay me!