Here you will find the Poem Desolation of poet Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I think that the bitterest sorrow or pain Of love unrequited, or cold death?s woe, Is sweet, compared to that hour when we know That some grand passion is on the wane. When we see that the glory, and glow, and grace Which lent a splendour to night and day, Are surely fading, and showing grey And dull groundwork of the commonplace. When fond expressions on dull ears fall, When the hands clasp calmly without one thrill, When we cannot muster by force of will The old emotions that came at call. When the dream has vanished we fain would keep, When the heart, like a watch, runs out of gear, And all the savour goes out of the year, Oh, then is the time ? if we could ? to weep! But no tears soften this dull, pale woe; We must sit and face it with dry, sad eyes. If we seek to hold it, the swifter joy flies ? We can only be passive, and let it go.