AH! wherefore should my weeping maid suppress Those gentle signs of undissembled woe? When from soft love proceeds the deep distress, Ah! why forbid the willing tears to flow? Since for my sake each dear translucent drop Breaks forth, best witness of thy truth sincere, My lips should drink the precious mixture up, And, ere it falls, receive the trembling tear. Trust me, these symptoms of thy faithful heart In absence shall my dearest hopes sustain; Delia! since such thy sorrow that we part, Such when we meet thy joy shall be again. Hard is that heart and unsubdued by love That feels no pain, nor ever heaves a sigh; Such hearts the fiercest passions only prove, Or freeze in cold insensibility. Oh! then indulge thy grief, nor fear to tell The gentle source from whence thy sorrows flow; Nor think it weakness when we love to feel, Nor think it weakness what we feel to show. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FIRST AMERICAN CONGRESS by JOEL BARLOW THE LAST BALLADE; MASTER FRANCOIS VILLON LOQUITUR by THOMAS BEER AN EVENING PROSPECT by ANN ELIZA BLEECKER EPIGRAM ON A ROPE-MAKER HANGED by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: TO SIR THOMAS MOUNSON, KNIGHT AND BARONET by THOMAS CAMPION TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. O LOVE - TO WHOM THE POETS by EDWARD CARPENTER |