To A Dew-Drop. Poem by Susan Evance

To A Dew-Drop.



SOFT dew-drop, glittering on the spray
O'er which the sportive breezes fly,
Ah little brilliant trembler, say,
Art thou a tear from Morning's eye?

Weep, lovely gem, till noon's hot beam
Expands thy sparkling form to air:
My woes shall be thy tender theme:
My love- my anguish- my despair!

Friday, March 8, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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