Poem of the Day

Posted: October 26, 2013 in Uncategorized
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Tears, Idle Tears

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-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 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
This is a beautiful poem which i have just discovered by accident. i haven’t read much of Tennyson’s works (except “The Lady of Shalott”) and it seems very sad as well. I feel like i can relate to this poem, with its talk of first love, longing for days gone by, and the strange sadness brought on by something as simple as ‘happy autumn-fields”.
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