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.