Tears
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09.02.2019, 17:24
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Tears
Tears
O, I could weep myself into a stream, Making eternal fountains of mine eyes; Would that the ancient mythologic dream, Were true, that peopled earth with deities, Then might some God, compassioning my cries, Turn me into an ever-weeping rill, Or bend me to a willow that with sighs The very region of the vale doth fill. For I have woes too mighty for such tears, As these I shed, but am compelled to hide; Their burning bitterness mine eyeballs sears, And I am forced to drink the scalding tide; Lest the orbs melt to brine, and leave me more Desolate and darkly-fortuned than before. . |
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