Ah! wherefore should my weeping maid suppress <br />Those gentle signs of undissembled woe? <br />When from soft love proceeds the deep distress, <br />Ah, why forbid the willing tears to flow? <br /> <br />Since for my sake each dear translucent drop <br />Breaks forth, best witness of thy truth sincere, <br />My lips should drink the precious mixture up, <br />And, ere it falls, receive the trembling tear. <br /> <br />Trust me, these symptoms of thy faithful heart, <br />In absence shall my dearest hope sustain; <br />Delia! since such thy sorrow that we part, <br />Such when we meet thy joy shall be again. <br /> <br />Hard is that heart, and unsubdued by love, <br />That feels no pain, nor ever heaves a sigh; <br />Such hearts the fiercest passions only prove, <br />Or freeze in cold insensibility. <br /> <br />Oh! then indulge thy grief, nor fear to tell <br />The gentle source from whence thy sorrows flow, <br />Nor think it weakness when we love to feel, <br />Nor think it weakness what we feel to show.<br /><br />William Cowper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-delia-on-her-endeavouring-to-conceal-her-grief-at-parting/
