...And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. TEARS, IDLE TEARS. EARS, idle tears, I know not wKat they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair...verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, vvlien unto dying eyes The casement slowly...

...echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. •TEARS, IDLE TEARS, I KNOW NOT WHAT THEY MEAN.' ItEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth...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...

...should have been thy bow One year ago. Walter Savage Landor. THE DAYS THAT ARE NO MORE. "TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth...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;...

...minutes fledged with music : ' and a maid, Of those beside her, smote her harp, and sang. 'Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth...verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. 1 Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears,...

...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...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,...

...more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the under world ; before it flew, O'er thine isles depopulate, And all...rock of ocean's own, Topples o'er the abandoned s half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square...

...Down some deep well and hears it fall, Smiling ... so I ! THY DAYS GO ON ! ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. Tears, idle Tears. TEARS, idle tears, I know not what...verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. SWEET ARE THE ROSY MEMORIES. 22$ Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened...

...move The minutes fledged with music " : and a maid, Of those beside her, smote her harp, and sang. Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in...all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the Cays that are no more. "Ah, sad and strange as in dark summei dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd...

...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...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...

...some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square...