" 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!"
| Autorius: | Alfred Lord Tennyson |
| Leidėjas: | Culturea |
| Išleidimo metai: | 2023 |
| Knygos puslapių skaičius: | 26 |
| ISBN-13: | 9791041817887 |
| Formatas: | 210 x 148 x 2 mm. Knyga minkštu viršeliu |
| Kalba: | Anglų |
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