William Cowper

“ The glad excess of real love,
They never prove the smart.
Oh then, my life, at last relent,
Though cruel the reproach I sent,
My sorrow was unfeign'd:
Your passion, had I lov'd you not,
You might have scorn'd, renounc'd, forgot,
And I had ne'er complain'd.
While you indulge a groundless fear,
Th' imaginary woes you bear
Are real woes to me:
But thou art kind, and good thou art,
Nor wilt, by wronging thine own heart,
Unjustly punish me.
This work was published before January 1, 1928, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”