Threatened Tears
Francis Thompson
Do not loose those rains thy wet
Eyes, my Fair, unsurely threat;
Do not, Sweet, do not so!
Thou canst not have a single woe,
But this sad and doubtful weather
Overcasts us both together.
In the aspect of those known eyes
My soul's a captain weatherwise.
Ah me! what presages it sees
In those watery Hyades.
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