THINK not of it, sweet one, so;—-
     Give it not a tear;
Sigh thou mayst, and bid it go
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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