Go, then, and join the murmuring city's throng! <br />Me thou dost leave to solitude and tears; <br />To busy phantasies, and boding fears, <br />Lest ill betide thee; but 't will not be long <br />Ere the hard season shall be past; till then <br />Live happy; sometimes the forsaken shade <br />Remembering, and these trees now left to fade; <br />Nor, mid the busy scenes and hum of men, <br />Wilt thou my cares forget: in heaviness <br />To me the hours shall roll, weary and slow, <br />Till mournful autumn past, and all the snow <br />Of winter pale, the glad hour I shall bless <br />That shall restore thee from the crowd again, <br />To the green hamlet on the peaceful plain.<br /><br />William Lisle Bowles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-friend-5/
