And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep.
Who tracks the steps of glory to the grave?
The law of heaven and earth is life for life.
A small drop of ink makes thousands, perhaps millions... think.
Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down Over the waste of waters; like a veil, Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown Of one whose hate is mask'd but to assail.
And those who saw, it did surprise, Such drops could fall from human eyes.