Lord Tennyson’s Tears

Tears, Idle Tears Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,Tears from the depth of some divine despairRise 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 theContinua a leggere “Lord Tennyson’s Tears”

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