Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autum fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.
Lord Tennyson
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| 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 Autum fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Lord Tennyson |
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