Tears, Idle Tears

Lyrics
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-fields And thinking of the days that are no more Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail 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 days that are no more Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more Dear as remember'd kisses after death And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others; deep as love Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more!
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- Alfred, Lord Tennyson