TEARS! tears! tears! In the night, in solitude, tears; On the white shore dripping, dripping, suckâ€™d in by the sand; Tearsâ€”not a star shiningâ€”all dark and desolate; Moist tears from the eyes of a muffled head: â€”O who is that ghost?â€”that form in the dark, with tears? What shapeless lump is that, bent, crouchâ€™d there on the sand? Streaming tearsâ€”sobbing tearsâ€”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 lookingâ€”O then the unloosenâ€™d ocean, Of tears! tears! tears!