JOHN KEATS
Sorrow! Why dost borrow
Heart's lightness from the merriment of May ?
A lover would not tread
A cowslip on the head, Though he should dance from eve till peep of day
Nor any drooping flower
Held sacred for thy bower, Wherever he may sport himself and play.
To Sorrow
1 bade good morrow,
And thought to leave her far away behind;
But cheerly, cheerly,
She loves me dearly, She is so constant to me, and so kind:
I would deceive her,
And so leave her, But ah ' she is so constant and so kind.
Beneath my palm-trees, by the river side, I sat a-weeping: in the whole world wide There was no one to ask me why I wept,
And so I kept Brimming the water-lily cups with tears
Cold as my fears.
Beneath my palm-trees, by the river side, I sat a-weeping. what enamour'd bride, Cheated by shadowy wooer from the clouds,
But hides and shrouds Beneath dark palm-trees by a river side?
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