weeper

I knew he would understand, because George H.W. Bush is a world-class weeper.

Looking around, I perceived the weeper standing with his face towards the faint gleam which flitted from the still obscured sun.

Ellen was not the only subdued weeper there; not the only one whose tears came from a broken-up heart.

The old soldier looked somewhat uncomfortable, and, rising, finally walked over to the weeper and tapped him on the shoulder.

Let us go back to your house, Mignon, proposed Marjorie practically with a view toward bracing up the weeper.

It was then that Marjorie took the floor and in her sweet, gracious fashion earnestly pleaded clemency for the weeper.