Classic Poem

WHEREIN, IN A VISION, LAURA REVEALS HE WILL NEVER SEE HER AGAIN

Distant in time and space, I could console me
With reveries of one whose look was Heaven;
Now apprehension haunts me like a raven
Perched on my mind — shadows and dreads control me:
For though in sleep her eyes some pity dole me,
Yet the four winds from seas that number seven
Will wail like some old lover's ghost bereaven,
Scourging away those hopes that might cajole me:
" That last dark dusk, " she cries, " do you remember?
When to those fervent glances I rose crying
Farewell, forced by the Form that stood so sombre?
I lacked then the decision — faltered, trying
To tell how time will cheat you with an ember
Where flame sang, with the sound of dim wings flying! "