On ⸻ + 

Think not of it, sweet one, so;⁠— + 

Give it not a tear; + 

Sigh thou mayst, and bid it go + 

Any⁠—any where. + 

Do not look so sad, sweet one,⁠— + 

Sad and fadingly; + 

Shed one drop, then it is gone, + 

Oh! ’twas born to die! + 

Still so pale? then dearest weep; + 

Weep, I’ll count the tears, + 

For each will I invent a bliss + 

For thee in after years. + 

Brighter has it left thine eyes + 

Than a sunny rill; + 

And thy whispering melodies + 

Are more tender still. + 

Yet⁠—as all things mourn awhile + 

At fleeting blisses; + 

E’en let us too; but be our dirge + 

A dirge of kisses. + 