Author Mary Elizabeth Coleridge The tears that fall are water spilt on the ground, The tears that are kept back do form a lake Deep in the heart, where its reflections take The form of one I lost, and Heaven found. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments