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?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 belching and des- perate!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!