Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean

  •    Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
    Tears from the depth of some divine despair
    Rise in the heart, and gather in the eyes,
    In looking on the happy autumn-fields,
    And thinking of 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!
     
    Alfred Lord Tennyson