Parerga/Les Pleurs
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LES PLEURS.
FROM VICTOR HUGO.
Weep on, weep on!—most blessed things, even to the blest, are tears:
'Tis when thy songs of sadness tell, thy voice's charm appears;
'Tis when along thy soft blue eyes the recent tears are trembling,
They loveliest shine, the summer skies after fresh showers resembling.
'Tis when thy songs of sadness tell, thy voice's charm appears;
'Tis when along thy soft blue eyes the recent tears are trembling,
They loveliest shine, the summer skies after fresh showers resembling.
Weep, and be wise.—It is a gift to have the power to weep.
Tears heal the bruised and broken heart; tears lull its pangs to sleep.
And when the clouds of sin and doubt back from the bosom roll,
Our better feelings dawn in tears—the dew-drops of the soul.
Tears heal the bruised and broken heart; tears lull its pangs to sleep.
And when the clouds of sin and doubt back from the bosom roll,
Our better feelings dawn in tears—the dew-drops of the soul.
Yes, weep!—But thou dost well to weep in silence and alone:
To feel the luxury of grief, it must be all our own.
The world may smile and share thy joys; but in thine inmost heart
Still treasure up the fount of tears, all sacred and apart.
To feel the luxury of grief, it must be all our own.
The world may smile and share thy joys; but in thine inmost heart
Still treasure up the fount of tears, all sacred and apart.
The flower that 'neath the glow of noon displays the brightest hue,
Thus guards within its inmost folds some drops of morning's dew;
And while all sunny and serene its outward smile appears,
Its soul of sweetness and delight dwells mid those hidden tears.
Thus guards within its inmost folds some drops of morning's dew;
And while all sunny and serene its outward smile appears,
Its soul of sweetness and delight dwells mid those hidden tears.