| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XXVIII. Loneliness Memory | | By William Browne (c. 1590c. 1645) |
| | | SO shuts the marigold her leaves | |
| At the departure of the sun; | |
| So from the honeysuckle sheaves | |
| The bee goes when the day is done; | |
| So sits the turtle when she is but one, | 5 |
| And so all woe, as I since she is gone. | |
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| To some few birds kind Nature hath | |
| Made all the summer as one day: | |
| Which once enjoyd, cold winters wrath | |
| As night they sleeping pass away. | 10 |
| Those happy creatures are, that know not yet | |
| The pain to be deprived or to forget. | |
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| I oft have heard men say there be | |
| Some that with confidence profess | |
| The helpful Art of Memory: | 15 |
| But could they teach Forgetfulness, | |
| Id learn; and try what further art could do | |
| To make me love her and forget her too. | | | | |
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