To ---- by John Keats

[Lo-fi Intro] [Verse 1] Think not of it, sweet one, so; Give it not a tear; Sigh thou mayst, and bid it go Any, any where. [Verse 2] Do not look so sad, sweet one, Sad and fadingly; Shed one drop then, it is gone, O 'twas born to die! [Interlude] [Verse 3] Still so pale? then, dearest, weep; Weep, I'll count the tears, And each one shall be a bliss For thee in after years. [Verse 4] Brighter has it left thine eyes Than a sunny rill; And thy whispering melodies Are tenderer still. [Interlude] [Outro] Yet, as all things mourn awhile At fleeting blisses, E'en let us too! but be our dirge A dirge of kisses.