grief
Tread Lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisie — Oscar Wilde
I hear her hair has turned quite gold from grief — Oscar Wilde
And alien tears will fill for him Pity's long-broken urn, For his mourners will — Oscar Wilde
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars. — Rabindranath Tagore
When lilacs last in the door-yard bloomed, And the great star early drooped in t — Walt Whitman