Classic Poem

How shall I still mankind's good will retrieve,
Since there is no one who can comfort me?
Let me be wholly plunged in misery,
To weep in silence and in silence grieve.
No longer am I worthy of reprieve,
Since I have perished in his memory;
And in these joints that ache so wearily
The seeds of dissolution I perceive.

But O ye Heavenly Powers, to him allow
Entire happiness. Do not deny
Whatever wishes his heart may avow.
Never again my glance shall meet his eye;
The form of one he hates no longer now,
Alas! even in dreams, shall he espy.