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TEARS, IDLE TEARS

Tears, Idle tears...
I know not what they mean
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes
In looking on the Happy Autumn-field
And thinking of the days that are no more

Fresh as the first beam glittering on a soil
That brings our friends up from the underworld
sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge
So sad, so fresh, the day that are no more

Ah, sad and strange as in the dark summer dawn
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when onto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more

Dear...
As we remembered kisses after death
And sweet as those by hopeless, fancy feigned
On lips that are for other, deep as love
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret

Oh...
Death in life, the day that are no more