THINK not of it, sweet one, so;--- <br /> Give it not a tear; <br />Sigh thou mayst, and bid it go <br /> Any---anywhere. <br /> <br />Do not lool so sad, sweet one,--- <br /> Sad and fadingly; <br />Shed one drop then,---it is gone--- <br /> O 'twas born to die! <br /> <br />Still so pale? then, dearest, weep; <br /> Weep, I'll count the tears, <br />And each one shall be a bliss <br /> For thee in after years. <br /> <br />Brighter has it left thine eyes <br /> Than a sunny rill; <br />And thy whispering melodies <br /> Are tenderer still. <br /> <br />Yet---as all things mourn awhile <br /> At fleeting blisses, <br />E'en let us too! but be our dirge <br /> A dirge of kisses.<br /><br />John Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/think-of-it-not-sweet-one/
