<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536366" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Alfred Tennyson</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tears, idle tears! Ah, who shall bid us weep,<br>Now that thy lyre, O prophet, is unstrung?<br>What voice shall rouse the dull world from its sleep<br>And lead its requiem as when Grief was young,<br>And thou in thy rapt youth, Time's bards among,<br>Captured our ears, and we looked up and heard<br>Spring's sweetest music on thy mourning tongue<br>And knew thee for Pain's paradisal bird.<br>We are alone without thee in our tears,<br>Alone in our mute chauntings. Vows are vain<br>To tell thee how we loved thee in those years<br>Nor dream to look upon thy like again.<br>We know not how to weep without thy aid,<br>Since all that tears would tell thyself hast said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wilfrid+Scawen+Blunt">Wilfrid Scawen Blunt</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536366" data-title="Alfred Tennyson de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="Tears, idle tears! Ah, who shall bid us weep, Now that thy lyre, O prophet, is unstrung? What voice shall rouse the dull world from its sleep And lead its requiem as when Grief was young, And thou in thy rapt youth, Time's bards among, Captured ou..."></div> </div> </div>

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