"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 upon the happy Autumn fields, 

 And thinking of the days that are no more." 



Another poet strikes a calmer note. Words- 

 worth, too, feels the mystery and the pain. 

 He, too, looks upon the past with sadness and 

 feels the mystery that enfolds him, but he lets 

 nature lead him into a calmer mind. 



"My eyes are dim with childish tears, 

 My heart is idly stirred, 

 For the same sound is in my ears 

 Which in those days I heard 



MY GARDEN 

 OF DREAMS 



"The blackbird amid leafy trees, 

 The lark above the hill, 

 Let loose their carols when they please, 

 Are quiet when they will. 



"With Nature never do they wage 

 A foolish strife, they see 

 A happy youth, and their old age 

 Is beautiful and free." 



Wordsworth lets the birds teach him wis- 

 dom. He knows the sadness of autumn days, 



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