“Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depths of some devine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.”
~Alfred Lord Tennyson, from The Princess: ‘Tears, Idle Tears’.
Photo: Lone sheep out for a walk, Cheviot Hills, Northumberland by Amberlight1