'Aedh Laments the Loss of Love'

(or The Lover Mourns for the Loss of Love)

 Pale brows, still hands and dim hair,
 I had a beautiful friend
 And dreamed that the old despair
 Would end in love in the end:
 She looked in my heart one day
 And saw your image was there;
 She has gone weeping away.

     -- William Butler Yeats