The water from the tap dropt in the pail
Drop, dropp by drop, it dropped
It never stopped:
Like life’s flow it went
Unheeding day or night or dusk or dawn:
I looked and thought how dropp by drop
My consolation grew proportional
As the pail got filled all dropp by drop
And water dropped and dropped
As my consolation grew.
Hope at last lit her faint niche in my heart.
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