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.
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.