Emotions and Feelings

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,

 

O sweet and far from cliff and scar

 

I hate that dreadful hollow behind the little wood.

 

She only said, ‘My life is dreary,

 

She only said, ‘My life is dreary,

 

Music that gentlier on the spirit lies,

 

For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see,

 

‘I am half sick of shadows,’ said

 

Kind hearts are more than coronets,

 

But what am I?

 

But what am I?

 

Oh yet we trust that somehow good

 

To the island-valley of Avilion;

 

More things are wrought by prayer

 

Man dreams of fame while woman wakes to love.

 

He clasps the crag with crookèd hands;

 

O Love, O fire! once he drew

 

‘Forward, the Light Brigade!’

 

Half a league, half a league,

 

But O for the touch of a vanished hand,

 

No, ’tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door; but ’tis enough, ’twill serve.

 

A plague o’ both your houses!

 

Good-night, good-night! parting is such sweet sorrow.

 

I am the very pink of courtesy.