John Keats

(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821 / London, England)

Think Of It Not, Sweet One - Poem by John Keats

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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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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