Tears! tears! tears! <br /> In the night, in solitude, tears; <br /> On the white shore dripping, dripping, suck'd in by the sand; <br /> Tears--not a star shining--all dark and desolate; <br /> Moist tears from the eyes of a muffled head: <br /> --O who is that ghost?--that form in the dark, with tears? <br /> What shapeless lump is that, bent, crouch'd there on the sand? <br /> Streaming tears--sobbing tears--throes, choked with wild cries; <br /> O storm, embodied, rising, careering, with swift steps along the <br /> beach; <br /> O wild and dismal night storm, with wind! O belching and <br /> desperate! 10 <br /> O shade, so sedate and decorous by day, with calm countenance and <br /> regulated pace; <br /> But away, at night, as you fly, none looking--O then the unloosen'd <br /> ocean, <br /> Of tears! tears! tears!<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tears/
