The Tears Of Heaven

by Alfred Lord Tennyson

　　

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Heaven weeps above the earth all night till morn, In darkness weeps as all ashamed to weep, Because the earth hath made her state forlorn With self-wrought evil of unnumbered years, And doth the fruit of her dishonor reap. And all the day heaven gathers back her tears Into her own blue eyes so clear and deep, And showering down the glory of lightsome day, Smiles on the earth’s worn brow to win her if she may.

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