Analysis of Sit Down, Sad Soul

SIT down, sad soul, and count  
 The moments flying:  
Come,—tell the sweet amount  
 That ’s lost by sighing!  
How many smiles?—a score?  
Then laugh, and count no more;  
   For day is dying.  

Lie down, sad soul, and sleep,  
 And no more measure  
The flight of Time, nor weep
 The loss of leisure;  
But here, by this lone stream,  
Lie down with us, and dream  
   Of starry treasure.  

We dream: do thou the same:
 We love—for ever;  
We laugh; yet few we shame,  
 The gentle, never.  
Stay, then, till Sorrow dies;  
Then—hope and happy skies
   Are thine for ever!