By Alfred Lord Tears idle tears I know not what they mean Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart and

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By Alfred Lord 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 awakened 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 remembered kisses after death And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned 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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