T(r)oy's Marbles
sit down, sad soul
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 -- hope and happy skies
Are thine forever!
by Barry Cornwall
poetry | Comments (0) | July 31, 2005