...tears, I know not what they mean, Tears, from the depth of some divine despair, Rise in the heart, aud gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields...slowly grows a glimmering 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...

...idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the henrt, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,...slowly grows a glimmering square ; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet ns those by hopeless fancy...

...all cares to kill Is to give them — No surrender ! DAYS THAT ARE NO MORE. BY TENNYBON. Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean ; Tears from the...eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square j So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as...

...thinking of the days that arc no more. ', ' Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings oar friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which...that are no more. " ' Ah, sad and strange as in dark stammer dawns The earliest pipe of half aicaken'd birds To dying ears, taken unto dying eyes The casement...

...minutes fledged with music : ' and a maid, Of those beside her, smote her harp, and sang. " Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth...slowly grows a glimmering square ; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. " Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless...

...to kill Is to give them — No surrender ! DAYS THAT ARE NO MORE. BY TENNYSON. Tears, idle tears, 1 know not what they mean ; Tears from the depth of...no more. Ah ! sad and strange, as, in dark summer dawna, The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly...

...minutes ' lightlicr move.' The following exquisite melody is sung by one of her maids : ' Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth...are no more. Ah, sad and strange, as, in dark summer dawn», The earlicst pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly...

...minutes fledged with music : ' and a maid, Of those beside her, smote her harp, and sang. " Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth...strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken' d birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square...

...minutes fledged with music ; " and a maid, Of those beside her, smote her harp, and sang : " Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean Tears from the depth...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...

...tha earth, earthy. What I am about to read is from his last long poem, " The Princess :" Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth...half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyea The casement slowly grows a glimmering square ; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more....