Bid adieu, my sad heart, bid adieu to thy peace! <br />Thy pleasure is past, and thy sorrows increase; <br />See the shadows of evening how far they extend, <br />And a long night is coming, that never may end; <br />For the sun is now set that enlivened the scene, <br />And an age must be past ere it rises again. <br /> <br />Already deprived of its splendour and heat, <br />I feel thee more slowly, more heavily beat; <br />Perhaps overstrained with the quick pulse of pleasure, <br />Thou art glad of this respite to beat at thy leisure; <br />But the sigh of distress shall now weary thee more <br />Than the flutter and tumult of passion before. <br /> <br />The heart of a lover is never at rest, <br />With joy overwhelmed, or with sorrow oppressed: <br />When Delia is near, all is ecstasy then, <br />And I even forget I must lose her again: <br />When absent, as wretched as happy before, <br />Despairing I cry, I shall see her no more!<br /><br />William Cowper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-delia-bid-adieu-my-sad-heart/
