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Shed
no tear! O shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Weep no more! O weep no more!
Young buds sleep in the root's white core.
Dry your eyes! O dry your eyes,
For I was taught in Paradise
To ease my breast of melodies--
Shed no tear.
Overhead!
look overhead!
'Mong the blossoms white and red.
Look up, look up. I flutter now
On this flush pomegranate bough.
See me! 'tis this silvery bill
Ever cures the good man's ill.
Shed no tear! O shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Adieu, Adieu. I fly, adieu,
I vanish in the heaven's blue.
Adieu, Adieu!
John
Keats (ca.1819)
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