Lagrimas.

God send me tears!     Loose the fierce band that binds my tired brain,     Give me the melting heart of other years,              And let me weep again!              Before me pass     The shapes of things inexorably true.     Gone is the sparkle of transforming dew              From every blade of grass.              In life's high noon     Aimless I stand, my promised task undone,     And raise my hot eyes to the angry sun              That will go down too soon.              Turned into gall     Are the sweet joys of childhood's sunny reign;     And memory is a torture, love a chain              That binds my life in thrall.              And childhood's pain     Could to me now the purest rapture yield;     I pray for tears as in his parching field              The husbandman for rain.              We pray in vain!     The sullen sky flings down its blaze of brass;     The joys of life all scorched and withering pass;              I shall not weep again.