Think not of it, sweet one, so; - Give it not a tear; Sigh thou mayest, and bid it go Any, any where. Do not look so sad, sweet one, - Sad and fadingly; Shed one drop, then it is gone, O 'twas born to die. Still so pale? then dearest weep; Weep, I'll count the tears, And each one shall be a bliss For thee in after years. Brighter has it left thine eyes Than a sunny rill; And thy whispering melodies Are tenderer still. Yet - as all things mourn awhile At fleeting blisses, Let us too! but be our dirge A dirge of kisses. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNDER HOUSE ARREST IN WINDSOR by HENRY HOWARD UNDERWOODS: BOOK 2: 6. THE SPAEWIFE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON A PARTING SONG by WILLIAM AITKEN FECUNDI CALICES by BACCHYLIDES EUROCLYDON by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN SINCE WE PARTED by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE COLLIER LADDIE by ROBERT BURNS EXTEMPORE VERSES ON A TRIAL OF SKILL BETWEEN MSSRS. FIGG AND SUTTON by JOHN BYROM |