IF thou wilt ease thine heart <br />Of love and all its smart, <br /> Then sleep, dear, sleep; <br />And not a sorrow <br /> Hang any tear on your eye-lashes; <br /> Lie still and deep, <br /> Sad soul, until the sea-wave washes <br />The rim o’ the sun to-morrow, <br /> In eastern sky. <br /> <br />But wilt thou cure thine heart <br />Of love and all its smart, <br /> Then die, dear, die; <br />’T is deeper, sweeter, <br /> Than on a rose bank to lie dreaming <br /> With folded eye; <br /> And then alone, amid the beaming <br />Of love’s stars, thou ’lt meet her <br /> In eastern sky.<br /><br />Thomas Lovell Beddoes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/songs-from-death-s-jest-book-ii-dirge/
