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, hurried, 
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.