Classic Poem

O graceful balcony, where now is she that with her gleam was wont to lighten thee? Well do I perceive thy loss not grieves thee, and yet thou shouldst lament with me.
For, lacking all her beauty, thou are naught! Drooping the flowers and dry the violets! Lacking her, day has no sun, the night no stars for me.
Yet I remember that I saw thee decked, among white marbles and the coloured flowers, with one both white and flower-like.
Love stood then upon thy terraces but now abandons thee to grief and solitude because he dwells beside that gentle one.