Classic Poem

Weary is the life I lead,
Beating air with vain endeavour;
Love is left to weep, to bleed;
Those dear eyes are closed for ever!
Closed for ever and for ever!
Not again shall I behold thee,
Not again these arms enfold thee!
Thou art gone for ever!

Nothing now is left for mirth;
All my dreams were false and hollow;
Thou, alas! hast left the earth,
May it soon be mine to follow!
Mine to pass the veil and follow!
Eyes of olden hours shall meet me,
Lips of olden love shall greet me,
In the day I follow.