John Keats Poem

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Think not of it, sweet one, so; —
Give it not a tear;
Sigh thou mayst, and bid it go
Any, any where.

2.
Do not look so sad, sweet one, —
Sad and fadingly;
Shed one drop then, it is gone,
O ’twas born to die!

3.
Still so pale? then, dearest, weep;
Weep, I’ll count the tears,
And each one shall be a bliss
For thee in after years.

4.
Brighter has it left thine eyes
Than a sunny rill;
And thy whispering melodies
Are tenderer still.

5.
Yet — as all things mourn awhile
At fleeting blisses,
E’en let us too! but be our dirge
A dirge of kisses.

On A Picture Of Leander
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