Think Of It Not, Sweet One
Think not of it, sweet one, so; –
Give it not a tear;
Sigh thou mayst, and bid it go
Any – anywhere.
Do not lool 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,
E’en let us too! but be our dirge
A dirge of kisses.
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