Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean. Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
– Alfred Lord Tennyson
Take this sorrow to thy heart, and make it a part of thee, and it shall nourish thee till thou art strong again.
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, “Hyperion