Poem by William Cowper

The Symptoms of Love

Would my Delia know if I love, let her take
My last thought at night, and the first when I wake;
With my prayers and best wishes preferred for her sake.

Let her guess what I muse on, when rambling alone
I stride o'er the stubble each day with my gun,
Never ready to shoot till the covey is flown.

Let her think what odd whimsies I have in my brain,
When I read one page over and over again,
And discover at last that I read it in vain.

Let her say why so fixed and so steady my look,
Without ever regarding the person who spoke,
Still affecting to laugh, without hearing the joke.

Or why when the pleasure her praises I hear,
(That sweetest of melody sure to my ear),
I attend, and at once inattentive appear.

And lastly, when summoned to drink to my flame,
Let her guess why I never once mention her name,
Though herself and the woman I love are  the same. 

1. Olney Hymn 55. The Heart Healed and Changed by Mercy
2. Olney Hymn 4. Jehovah-Nissi. The Lord My Banner
3. Olney Hymn 13. The Covenant
4. Olney Hymn 28. Jesus Hasting to Suffer
5. Olney Hymn 32. The Shining Light

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