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Show 'TZARS, IDLE TEAKS" ' Tears, Idle tears, I know not what they mean. Tears from the depth of some divine despair de-spair Rise in the heat 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. un-derworld. Sad as the Isst 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 aa remembered kisses after death. And sweet as thosa by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others: deep as love. Dear aa first love, and wild with all regret re-gret O. Death In Life, the days that are no more. Tennyson, "The Princess. |