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THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES

1803-1849

675                                           Wolframs Dirge

IF thou wilt ease thine heart
Of love and all its smart,
 Then sleep, dear, sleep;
And not a sorrow
 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 Loves stars, thoult meet her
In eastern sky.

676                                             Dream-Pedlary

IF there were dreams to sell,
    What would you buy?
Some cost a passing bell;
    Some a light sigh,
That shakes from Lifes 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 I die.
Such pearl from Lifes fresh crown
Fain would I shake me down.
Were dreams to have at will,
This would best heal my ill,
    This would I buy.

 

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