Dirge-Thomas Lovell Beddoes (1803-1849)

If thou wilt ease thine heart

Of love and all its smart,

Then sleep, dear sleep;

And not 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 lave and all its smart,

Then die dear die

"Tis deeper, sweeter,

Than on a rose bank to lie dreaming

With folded eye;

And then alone, amid the beaming

Of love's stars, thou'lt meet her

In eastern sky.