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