Copyright © 2002 by Paul Howarth
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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, thinking of 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 glimm'ring square;
So sad, so strange the days that are no more.

Dear as remember'd 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:
Wild with all regret;
Oh Death in Life, oh Death in Life,
The days that are no more!
Oh Death in Life,
The days that are no more!

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By Arthur Sullivan
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Tears, Idle Tears
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