Melancholy
Fresh air, warm sun,
A pretty damsel,
An exam fever,
But with a mournful psyche.
Neither the elegant face,
Nor her sweet song
Can console thee
For thou art enjoying melancholy.
A trivial say it a sorrow,
The common think it despair,
Perhaps the high call thee moody.
They know not the beauty of melancholy.
But gaiety in gaiety, sorrow in sorrow.
Men fear melancholy,
Try to avoid,
And cease to enjoy.
O! sweet melancholy!
Feel not thy loneliness,
Forget not the friend here,
Come to me
In your solitude, and
be and make me happy.
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