struggle down the cheek
draw a tarnishing trail
colder than I seek
and wiped to no avail

a face made so bleak
by a heart so frail

mock my mouth lest I speak
drop down the chin, render me pale
flow down again, pain at its peak
tranquility now a grail

children of grief, they let us peek
at wounded souls; hear the wail

merely a drop, and ever so weak
sorrow fits here, the whole tale
it dries, and never a reek
misery and loss, for all they ail
are but the eye's leak
linger not; forever sail