The Secret Splendour

Tears

Let the tears tremble

Within the eye

But fall not over,

Leaving it dry.

Keep the tears standing,

A quivering calm

That leaps not outward

To the moment's balm.

Tears that are loosened

Drain the small heart

Of man: his sorrows

 Too soon depart

And the lack that is nameless,

Beyond all brief

 Losses, grows never

A glisten of grief

Calling the azure's

Light without end

 To be for a life-time

The mortal's friend.

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