Tears (Poem by Walter Whitman)

Tears Poem

By Walter Whitman

Tears! tears! tears!
    In the night, in solitude, tears;
On the white shore dripping, dripping, sucked in by the sand;
Tears — not a star shining — all dark and desolate;
Moist tears from the eyes of a muffled head:
 — O who is that ghost? — that form in the dark, with tears?
What shapeless lump is that, bent, crouched there on the sand?
Streaming tears — sobbing tears — throes, choked with wild cries;
O storm, embodied, rising, careering, with swift steps along the beach;
O wild and dismal night-storm, with wind! O belching and desperate!
O shade, so sedate and decorous by day, with calm countenance and regulated pace;
But away, at night, as you fly, none looking — O then the unloosened ocean
Of tears! tears! tears!

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