1355   'Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
1356   Tears from the depth of some divine despair 
1357   Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, 
1358   In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, 
1359   And thinking of the days that are no more. 

1360   'Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, 
1361   That brings our friends up from the underworld, 
1362   Sad as the last which reddens over one 
1363   That sinks with all we love below the verge; 
1364   So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. 

1365   'Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns 
1366   The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds 
1367   To dying ears, when unto dying eyes 
1368   The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; 
1369   So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. 

1370   'Dear as remember'd kisses after death, 
1371   And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd 
1372   On lips that are for others; deep as love, 
1373   Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; 
1374   O Death in Life, the days that are no more.'