teaRs,Idle tears
January 22, 2007tears,idle tears,I know not wAt dey meaN,
tears from dA 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 dayz 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 redden oVer One
dat siNkz with oL we lOve beloW the verGe
sO sad,sO fresH, the dAys daT 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 oL regret
O death in life,the days dat are nO mOre.
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