Classic Poem

Ah no, she said, you cannot kiss me now:
Once, had you will'd it, had you said the word,
You might have been my lover and my lord —
My husband; but that unregarded vow
Went to another. I can scarce tell how
I made it; how my nature could afford
To let me utter of my own accord
What neither love nor reason did allow.

Here is the ring, upon my wedded hand:
You should have put it there! It is not Fate,
It is not aught beyond your own command,
That forces me to say, You are too late!
No, 'tis yourself: you threw away your life
In losing me, who was your destined wife.