Classic Poem

And so, is it so? the long sweet pain is over?
The dear familiar love must know a change?
No more am I, no more, to be your lover,
But life be cold once more, and drear, and strange.
We have sinned, you say, and sorrow must redeem
All the cruel largess of our passionate love,
And we, at the last, content us with a dream
Who have known a hell below, a heaven above
Well, be it so: thy life I shall not darken
Thy dream, for me, shall be disturbed no more:
Thine ears, by day or night, shall never hearken
The coming of the steps thou lovedst of yore
And if, afar, a lost wild soul blaspheme,
Thou shalt not know it in thy peace supreme.