There are tears sweet, refreshing like dewdrops that rise, There are tears far too deep for the lakes of the eyes. There are kisses like thistledown, fitfully sped, There are kisses that live in the hearts of the dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHERE? by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE EVENING STAR by THOMAS CAMPBELL AT THE SAND CREEK BRIDGE by JAMES GALVIN ON STURMINSTER FOOT-BRIDGE by THOMAS HARDY A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 44 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN GARDEN DAYS: 2. NEST EGGS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |