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SIT down, sad soul, and count | |
The moments flying: | |
Come,—tell the sweet amount | |
That ’s lost by sighing!
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How many smiles?—a score? | 5 |
Then laugh, and count no more; | |
For day is dying.
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Lie down, sad soul, and sleep, | |
And no more measure | |
The flight of Time, nor weep | 10 |
The loss of leisure;
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But here, by this lone stream, | |
Lie down with us, and dream | |
Of starry treasure. | |
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We dream: do thou the same: | 15 |
We love—for ever; | |
We laugh; yet few we shame, | |
The gentle, never.
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Stay, then, till Sorrow dies; | |
Then—hope and happy skies | 20 |
Are thine for ever! |
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