A thing that's rich in tears is sweet – No sounds in all the world are sweeter. A robin redbreast in the fall, The nightingale in June; The bleating of young lambs in March, And the violin in tune: These are the sounds that haunt my ears, And all of them are born of tears. A thing that's rich in tears is fair – No sights in all the world are fairer. How lovely is a summer's eve That's full of heavenly light; When tears of joy, called shooting stars, Run down the face of night. While every rainbow that appears Could say – 'My mother's name is Tears.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE NATURA NATURANS by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 7. AFTER THE FAIR by THOMAS HARDY THE CREATION (A NEGRO SERMON) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON WHEN LET BY RAIN by EDWARD TAYLOR THE ENGINE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |