THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES

666. Wolfram's 2)irge

TF 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 Love's stars, thou'lt meet her In eastern sky.

��667. < Dream- f Pedlary

TF there were dreams to sell,

What would you buy ? Some cost a passing belt;

Some a light sigh,

. - That shakes from Life's fresh crown Only a rose-leaf down.

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