W.B. Yeats (1865–1939). The Wind Among the Reeds. 1899.

13. Aedh Laments 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.