Classic Poem

BY MELEAGER .

Still , like dew in silence falling,
Drops for thee the nightly tear;
Still that voice the past recalling,
Dwells, like echo, on my ear,
Still, still!

Day and night the spell hangs o'er me,
Here forever fixt thou art;
As thy form first shone before me,
So 't is graven on this heart,
Deep, deep!

Love, oh Love, whose bitter sweetness,
Dooms me to this lasting pain.
Thou who camest with so much fleetness,
Why so slow to go again?
Why? why?