Tears, Idle Tears
Alfred Lord Tennyson
1809 to 1892
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Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
______ from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in ______ heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on ______ happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are ______ more.
Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad ______ the last which reddens over one
That sinks with ______ we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, ______ days that are no more.
Ah, sad and strange ______ in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd ______
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement ______ grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the ______ that are no more.
Dear as remember'd kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd
On ______ that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as ______ love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more.