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The Tear




When Friendship or Love our sympathies move, 
   When Truth, in a glance, should appear, 
The lips may beguile with a dimple or smile, 
   But the test of affection's a Tear:

Too oft is a smile but the hypocrite's wile, 
   To mask detestation, or fear; 
Give me the soft sigh, whilst the soultelling eye 
   Is dimm'd, for a time, with a Tear:

Mild Charity's glow, to us mortals below, 
   Shows the soul from barbarity clear; 
Compassion will melt, where this virtue is felt, 
   And its dew is diffused in a Tear:

The man, doom'd to sail with the blast of the gale, 
   Through billows Atlantic to steer, 
As he bends o'er the wave which may soon be his grave, 
   The green sparkles bright with a Tear;

The Soldier braves death for a fanciful wreath 
   In Glory's romantic career; 
But he raises the foe when in battle laid low, 
   And bathes every wound with a Tear.

If, with high-bounding pride he return to his bride! 
   Renouncing the gore-crimson'd spear; 
All his toils are repaid when, embracing the maid, 
   From her eyelid he kisses the Tear.

Sweet scene of my youth! seat of Friendship and Truth, 
   Where Love chas'd each fast-fleeting year 
Loth to leave thee, I mourn'd, for a last look I turn'd, 
   But thy spire was scarce seen through a Tear:

Though my vows I can pour, to my Mary no more, 
   My Mary, to Love once so dear, 
In the shade of her bow'r I remember the hour, 
   She rewarded those vows with a Tear.

By another possest, may she live ever blest! 
   Her name still my heart must revere: 
With a sigh I resign what I once thought was mine, 
   And forgive her deceit with a Tear.

Ye friends of my heart, ere from you I depart, 
   This hope to my breast is most near: 
If again we shall meet in this rural retreat, 
   May we meet, as we part, with a Tear.

When my soul wings her flight to the regions of night, 
   And my corse shall recline on its bier; 
As ye pass by the tomb where my ashes consume, 
   Oh! moisten their dust with a Tear.

May no marble bestow the splendour of woe 
   Which the children of vanity rear; 
No fiction of fame shall blazon my name. 
   All I ask – all I wish – is a Tear.

Lord Byron - October 26 1806

Another mid week quickie :D Again this was drawn whilst sitting on an AIrbus A330 for 12 hours!

A small drawing measuring only 10cm X 10cm on Bristol Board Smooth using a range of pencils 4H through to 4B and a spot of 8B here and there.  
Focus was on the tear and its reflection on the skin.  
Image details
Image size
2312x2622px 1.67 MB
Shutter Speed
10/1600 second
Focal Length
36 mm
ISO Speed
Date Taken
Sep 21, 2013, 1:37:06 AM
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This drawing is abundant in meanings and holds such a powerful and emotional message. 
It is truly beautiful.
Just a question of curiosity: What is the age, gender and ethnicity of the person in this drawing? 
I have just been trying to guess ;) 
Thank you