by John Keats (1795 - 1821)
Think not of it, sweet one, so;
Language: English
Think not of it, sweet one, so; -- Give it not a tear; Sigh thou mayst, and bid it go Any -- anywhere. 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 a 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, E'en let us too! but be our dirge A dirge of kisses.
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- by John Keats (1795 - 1821), "To ---" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Clint Borzoni , "On" [ voice and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Joseph Holbrooke (1878 - 1958), "Think not of it", op. 54 no. 5 (1909), published 1910 [ voice and piano ], from Dramatic Songs, no. 5 [sung text not yet checked]
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