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Away Melancholy
Away, melancholy,
Away with it, let it go.


Are not the trees green,
The earth as green?
Does not the wind blow,
Fire leap and the rivers flow?
Away melancholy.


The ant is busy
He carrieth his meat,
All things hurry
To be eaten or eat.

Away, melancholy.


Man, too, hurries,
Eats, couples, buries,
He is an animal also
With a hey ho melancholy,
Away with it, let it go.


Man of all creatures
Is superlative
(Away melancholy)
He of all creatures alone
Raiseth a stone
(Away melancholy)
Into the stone, the god
Pours what he knows of good
Calling, good, God.

Away melancholy, let it go.


Speak not to me of tears,
Tyranny, pox, wars,
Saying, Can God
Stone of man's thoughts, be good?
Say rather it is enough
That the stuffed
Stone of man's good, growing,
By man's called God.

Away, melancholy, let it go.


Man aspires
To good,
To love
Sighs;

Beaten, corrupted, dying
In his own blood lying
Yet heaves up an eye above
Cries, Love, love.

It is his virtue needs explaining,
Not his failing.


Away, melancholy,
Away with it, let it go.
Written by: Stevie Smith

Book: Reflection on the Important Things