TEARS! tears! tears!In the night, in solitude, tears;On the white shore dripping, dripping, suck'd in by the sand; Tears—not a star shining—all dark and desolate;Moist tears from the eyes of a muffled head:—O who is that ghost?—that form in the dark, with tears?
[ begin page 250 ]ppp.00473.250.jpg What shapeless lump is that, bent, crouch'd there on the sand?Streaming tears—sobbing tears—throes, choked with wild cries; O storm, embodied, rising, careering, with swift steps along the beach; O wild and dismal night storm, with wind! O belch- ing and desperate!O shade, so sedate and decorous by day, with calm countenance and regulated pace; But away, at night, as you fly, none looking—O then the unloosen'd ocean,Of tears! tears! tears!