The tears stream down my cheeks from my unblinking eyes. What makes me weep so? From time to time. There is nothing saddening here. Perhaps it is liquefied brain.
Tears and laughter, they are so much Gaelic to me.
Cry about one thing in life, cry about all; one thread runs through the whole piece.
- Let not women's weapons, water-drops,
- Stain my man's cheeks!
- Fall not a tear, I say; one of them rates
- All that is won and lost. Give me a kiss.
Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.
I know my eyes are open, because of the tears that pour from them unceasingly.
