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Bryan Waller Procter (Брайан Уоллер Проктер)


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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—for ever;
We laugh; yet few we shame,
The gentle, never.
Stay, then, till Sorrow dies;
Then—hope and happy skies
Are thine for ever! 



Bryan Waller Procter's other poems:
  1. The Poet's Song To His Wife
  2. Golden-Tressed Adelaide
  3. In France
  4. A Poet’s Thought
  5. The Hunter’s Song


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