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 THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES

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.

��6j6 Dream-Pedlary

there were dreams to sell,

What would }ou buy? Some cost a passing bell ,

Some a light sigh,

That shakes from Life's 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 1 die.

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