I feel my immortality over sweep all pains, all tears, all time, all fears, - and peal, like the eternal thunders of the deep, into my ears, this truth, - thou livest forever!
Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They have a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being.
Oh! too convincing--dangerously dear-- In woman's eye the unanswerable tear! That weapon of her weakness she can wield, To save, subdue--at once her spear and shield.
None are so desolate but something dear, Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd A thought, and claims the homage of a tear.
The busy have no time for tears.
The drying up a single tear has more, of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore.
There is a tear for all who die, A mourner o'er the humblest grave.
If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? - With silence and tears