Unfelt, Unseen, Unheard

Do not look so sad, sweet one
Sad and fadingly
Shed one drop then- it is gone
O'Twas born to die

Still so pale?then dearest,weep
Weep I'll count the tears
And each one shall be bliss
For thee in after years.

Brighter has it left thine eyes
Than a sunny rill
And thy whispering melodies
Are tenderer still

Yet- as all things mourn awhile
At fleeting blisses
Let us too; but be our dirge
A dirge of kisses


I
really like this poem. I didnt write it though. Its by Hougton in 1848. Well goodnight all.


~G