@3"Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some divine despair." Alfred Tennyson.@1 No more of despair you poets; We are farther than that today. Your tears do but flush the nerve-centers And wash the debris away. When you're hurt in the heart as you call it, The vessels engorge with blood, And the nerves make a poison deposit Which is carried away by the flood Of tears, which lovers and poets Have wrought into idyls of song; But these tears as peripheral action To Psychology Five belong. And your tears no longer are "idle"; They're a part of economy's wealth; "This stock-theme of lyrics," says science, "Only means sanitation and health." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEDICATION IN THESE DAY by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE LOON ON FORRESTER'S POND by HAYDEN CARRUTH LA NOCHE TRISTE by ROBERT FROST CORPORATE ENTITY by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH SLEEPING TOGETHER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |