SIT down, sad soul, and count br The moments flying: br Come,—tell the sweet amount br That ’s lost by sighing! br How many smiles?—a score? br Then laugh, and count no more; br For day is dying. br br Lie down, sad soul, and sleep, br And no more measure br The flight of Time, nor weep br The loss of leisure; br But here, by this lone stream, br Lie down with us, and dream br Of starry treasure. br br We dream: do thou the same: br We love—for ever; br We laugh; yet few we shame, br The gentle, never.