Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan,
Sorrow calls no time that's gone:
Violets plucked the sweetest read more

Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan,
Sorrow calls no time that's gone:
Violets plucked the sweetest rain
Makes not fresh nor grow again.

What I want back is what I was
Before the bed, before the knife,
Before the brooch-pin and the salve
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What I want back is what I was
Before the bed, before the knife,
Before the brooch-pin and the salve
Fixed me in this parenthesis;
Horses fluent in the wind,
A place, a time gone out of mind.

Seek peace, and pursue it. [Prove!4:14].

Seek peace, and pursue it. [Prove!4:14].

There is no coming to consciousness without pain.

There is no coming to consciousness without pain.

A child of those tears.
[Lat., Filius istarum lacrymarum.]

A child of those tears.
[Lat., Filius istarum lacrymarum.]

In private grief with careless scorn. In public seem to triumph and not to mourn.

In private grief with careless scorn. In public seem to triumph and not to mourn.

I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.

I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.

Tears are the safety valve of the heart when too much pressure is laid on it.

Tears are the safety valve of the heart when too much pressure is laid on it.

And the tear that is wiped with a little address,
May be follow'd perhaps by a smile.

And the tear that is wiped with a little address,
May be follow'd perhaps by a smile.