Sit down, sad soul and count The moments flying Come, tell the sweet amount That 's lost by sighing! How many smiles? -- a score? Then laugh, and count no more; For day is dying! Lie down, sad soul, and sleep, And no more measure The flight of time, nor weep The loss of leisure; But here, by this lone stream, Lie down with us, and dream Of starry treasure! We dream: do thou the same; We love, -- forever; We laugh, yet few we shame, -- The gentle never. Stay then, till sorrow dies; Then -- I hope and happy skies Are thine forever! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COUNTESS LAURA by GEORGE HENRY BOKER SONNET COMPOSED ON A JOURNEY HOMEWARD by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE YOUNG MAY MOON by THOMAS MOORE SONGS by RICHARD HENRY STODDARD GOD SAVE THE NATION! by THEODORE TILTON |