Wednesday, December 10, 2008

idle tears

TEARS, IDLE TEARS, I KNOW NOT WHAT THEY MEAN,


Passed

Tears from the depth of some divine despair

Cllgia

Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,

Collegiate

And thinking of the days that are no more.
Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,

Crossbar

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.

Kickstand

Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes

Rim

The casement slowly grows a summering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.

Cable

Dear as remember'd kisses after death,

Pedal

And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd
On lips that are for others; deep as love,

Deflate

Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!

Valve

"The Princess: A Medley: Tears, Idle Tears," by Alfred Lord Tennyson.

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