Classic Poem

“O PEARL !” quoth I, “bedight in pearls,
art thou my Pearl, that I have plain'd,
bewept by me, so lone, a-night:
Much longing have I borne for thee,
since into grass thou hence didst glide;
pensive, broken, forpined am I;
but thou hast reach'd a life of joy,
in the strifeless home of Paradise.
What fate hath hither brought my jewel,
and me in dolorous plight hath cast?
Since we were sunder'd and set apart,
a joyless jeweller I have been.”