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I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er beguiled!
September rain falls on the house.
In the failing light, the old grandmother
sits in the kitchen with the child
beside the Little Marvel Stove,
'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament—
'Tears'—is a trick of the nerve—
After that hot gospeller has levelled all but the churched sky,
I wrote the tale by tallow of a city's death by fire;
Under a candle's eye, that smoked in tears, I
Wanted to tell, in more than wax, of faiths that were snapped like wire.
As the Sun withdrew his rays from the garden, and the moon threw cushioned beams upon the flowers, I sat under the trees pondering upon the phenomena of the atmosphere, looking through the branches at the strewn stars which glittered like chips of silver upon a blue carpet; and I could hear from a distance the agitated murmur of the rivulet singing its way briskly into the valley.
Two crowned Kings, and One that stood alone
With no green weight of laurels round his head,
But with sad eyes as one uncomforted,
And wearied with man's never-ceasing moan
'And ask ye why these sad tears stream?'
‘Te somnia nostra reducunt.’
O marriage-bells, your clamor tells
Two weddings in one breath.
SHE marries whom her love compels:
- And I wed Goodman Death!
Be not sad because all men
Prefer a lying clamour before you:
Sweetheart, be at peace again -- -
Can they dishonour you?
Think'st thou I saw thy beauteous eyes,
Suffus'd in tears, implore to stay;
And heard unmov'd thy plenteous sighs,
Which said far more than words can say?
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,
There is a wind where the rose was,
Cold rain where sweet grass was,
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
This sea of tears is a vast wasteland
That a maiden burdens with an imprinted hand
Creating swells and blustery typhoons
Breaking the core of the harvest moon
By night when others soundly slept
And hath at once both ease and Rest,
My waking eyes were open kept
And so to lie I found it best.
How wisely Nature did decree,
With the same Eyes to weep and see!
That, having view'd the object vain,
They might be ready to complain.
My love so intense
like fragrant musk's incense
Dreams in the dusk,
Only dreams closing the day
And with the day’s close going back
To the gray things, the dark things,
The tempest calmed after bending the branches of the trees and leaning heavily upon the grain in the field. The stars appeared as broken remnants of lightning, but now silence prevailed over all, as if Nature's war had never been fought.
At that hour a young woman entered her chamber and knelt by her bed sobbing bitterly. Her heart flamed with agony but she could finally open her lips and say, 'Oh Lord, bring him home safely to me. I have exhausted my tears and can offer no more, oh Lord, full of love and mercy. My patience is drained and calamity is seeking possession of my heart. Save him, oh Lord, from the iron paws of War; deliver him from such unmerciful Death, for he is weak, governed by the strong. Oh Lord, save my beloved, who is Thine own son, from the foe, who is Thy foe. Keep him from the forced pathway to Death's door; let him see me, or come and take me to him.'
Was there even a cause too lost,
Ever a cause that was lost too long,
.......flesh of tears.....
yeah I name it flesh of tears
Hope is the thing that patches through the soul
And sings the song so low
And never stops at all
I AM YOUR TEARS
I am your tears,
The tears that make you smile, laugh and feel a sense of worth and belonging,
Tears flowing unperturbed
Tears that can't be dried
Tears of despair
Tears of sorrow
The tears are
extremely vital to
I will celebrate
I shed tears for all the lonely people
Who counted days & nights till a beloved
Would renember to give them time to visit.
I shed tears for all the orphaned children
Better to cry than suppress feelings
Let your pain be in a flood of tears
Tearing is not a sign of weakening
Nor are tears a show of unsaid fears
Tears of sadness
Tears of happiness
Tears of debilitating grieves
Tears of the fallen leaves
When a heart that been touch with respect thus some where there a heart that cry for the touch of respect but for every tear that fall is the tears of respect and yet the more ma tear fall the more a rose shall bloom with the touch of respect just to feel the tear of respect is like being touch by the angel for who fill the air with respect yet the tears of happiness is the tears of respect.
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