THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES
Hang any tear on your eyelashes;
Lie still and deep, Sad soul, until the sea-wave washes The rim o' the sun to-morrow, In eastern sky.
But wilt thou cure thine heart: Of love and all its smart,
Then die, dear, die; 'Tis deeper, sweeter,
Than on a rose-bank to lie dreaming
With folded eye,
And there alone, amid the beaming Of Love's stars, thou'lt meet her In eastern sky.
��6j6 Dream-Pedlary
there were dreams to sell,
What would }ou buy? Some cost a passing bell ,
Some a light sigh,
That shakes from Life's fresh crown Only a rose-leaf down. If there were dreams to sell, Merry and sad to tell, And the crier rang the bell,
What would you buy?
A cottage lone and still,
With bowers nigh, Shadowy, my woes to still,
Until 1 die.
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