What Is Tear?

When you shed your tears in
pain;
You think I understand nothing
You said I don't even know
a thing:
But I know I am not
a saint,

I know only this much
That tears are nothing but

a fountain,
That spring from the well of

heart,
consoling the poor laddened

heart,

A dew drops from the inner well,
Condensed pain and sorrows

that swell,
And run dry from the bottom of the

heart,
An evaporated-out sadness of heart that
outpoured all sadness of the

heart.