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...THE EARTH-CHILD IN THE GRASS by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: FLETCHER MCGEE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EMILY SPARKS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 2. ILLINOIS by CLARENCE MAJOR |