1Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
2Tears from the depth of some divine despair
3Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
4In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
5And thinking of the days that are no more.
6 Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
7That brings our friends up from the underworld,
8Sad as the last which reddens over one
9That sinks with all we love below the verge;
10So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
11 Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
12The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds
13To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
14The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
15So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
16 Dear as remember'd kisses after death,
17And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd
18On lips that are for others; deep as love,
19Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
20O Death in Life, the days that are no more!
1Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
2Tears from the depth of some divine despair
3Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
4In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
5And thinking of the days that are no more.
6 Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
7That brings our friends up from the underworld,
8Sad as the last which reddens over one
9That sinks with all we love below the verge;
10So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
11 Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
12The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds
13To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
14The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
15So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
16 Dear as remember'd kisses after death,
17And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd
18On lips that are for others; deep as love,
19Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
20O Death in Life, the days that are no more!
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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