Author Richard Watson Dixon Oh, bid my tongue be still, Oh, bid mine eyes be dry: And I will force them till They seem to mean a lie. But bid me not forget: Thought is nor tongue nor eye: Or, if thou bid me yet, Then dost thou bid me die. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments