1. <br />Think not of it, sweet one, so;-- <br />Give it not a tear; <br />Sigh thou mayst, and bid it go <br />Any, any where. <br /> <br />2. <br />Do not look so sad, sweet one,-- <br />Sad and fadingly; <br />Shed one drop then, it is gone, <br />O 'twas born to die! <br /> <br />3. <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 />4. <br />Brighter has it left thine eyes <br />Than a sunny rill; <br />And thy whispering melodies <br />Are tenderer still. <br /> <br />5. <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/to-33/
