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1865–1945

FROM ROMANCES SANS PAROLES.

Arthur Symons

TEARS in my heart that weeps, Like the rain upon the town, What drowsy languor steeps In tears my heart that weeps?

O sweet sound of the rain On earth and on the roofs! For a heart's weary pain O the song of the rain!

Vain tears, vain tears, my heart! What, none hath done thee wrong? Tears without reason start, From my disheartened heart.

This is the weariest woe, O heart, of love and hate Too weary, not to know Why thou hast all this woe.

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