All Things Human

If Thou Wilt Ease Thine Heart
by Thomas Lovell Beddoes (1803-1849)

If thou wilt ease thine heart
Of love and all its smart,
Then sleep, dear, sleep;
And not a sorrow
Hang any tear on your eyelashes;
Lie still and deep,
Sad soul, until the seawave washes
The rim o’ the sun tomorrow,
In eastern sky.

But wilt thou cure thine heart
Of love and all its smart,
Then die, dear, die;