Classic Poem

I BADE thee stay. Too well I know
The fault was mine,—mine only:
I dared not think upon the past,
All desolate and lonely.

I feared in memory's silent air
Too sadly to regret thee,—
Feared in the night of my despair
I could not all forget thee.

Yet go,—ah, go! those pleading eyes,
Those low, sweet tones, appealing
From heart to heart,—ah, dare I trust
That passionate revealing?

For ah, those dark and pleading eyes
Evoke too keen a sorrow,—
A pang that will not pass away,
With thy wild vows, to-morrow.

A love immortal and divine
Within my heart is waking:
Its dream of anguish and despair
It owns not but in breaking.