...remind you of a poem which you will all know. It is taken from Tennyson's The Princess. Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean. Tears from the depth...strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;...

...gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. 51 Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That...strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;...

...here is the song on the floor, still partly in its wrapper — the backup, so to speak: Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth...verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange,...

...minutes fledged with music:' and a maid, Of those beside her, smote her harp, and sang. Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth...strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe ofhalf-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square...

...bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying, 'Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean. Tears from the depth...verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. 10 'Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying cars,...

...heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that arc no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail....verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. 10 Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears,...

...so little of the earth, earthy. What I am about to read is from his last long poem, "The Princess:" Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail. That...strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;...

...this confluence of rivers that made him bitterly aware of the cruel cessation of another Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth...strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;...

...TEARS, IDLE TEARS The princess sings a song filled with regret for days that have passed. 'Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth...strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;...

...Death — EMILY DICKINSON AMERICAN (1830-1886) Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth...verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. THE HUMAN Ah, sad and strange, as in dark summer dawns CONDITION The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd...