(a tear-glass was a tiny vial of glass that was used at a Roman funeral in ancient times to collect the tears of the mourners and which was then sealed and placed in the tomb. I saw one for the first time today in a little local museum.)
Dim blue-grey glass
Translucent still with iridescent sheen
A slender tube that once held
The tender tears of mourners.
Now long dry, the eyes that wept
And broken hearts are dust;
Even well-loved names are lost
As if written in the summer sands.
Yet, despite the years I seem to see
The ghostly gleam of newer tears
Still moist upon the fragile glass
And I must ask, as countless do:
Who will weep those tears for me?