Classic Poem

Not with this joyous time must I delay:
The lovers parted. When again they met,
Hot Rupert saw with anger and dismay
His lady's eyes upon a rival set —
Her breath, as odorous as the blooms of May,
Was mingling with another's. Stern regret
Was Rupert's: stern the vengeance that he took
Ere the next morn her pillow she forsook.