On Her Endeavouring to Conceal Her Grief at Parting

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.

This work was published before January 1, 1925, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.