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From drooping leaves, and bending flowers,Its own sweet life renews.
— Dew
From drooping leaves, and bending flowers,Its own sweet life renews.
The Dewdrop slips into the shining sea!
Dewdrops, Nature's tears, which sheWhen he is gone, poor Nature loves to weep.
The dew,'Tis of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy.
The dews of the evening most carefully shun;Those tears of the sky for the loss of the sun.
Dew-drops are the gems of morning,But the tears of mournful eve!
The dew-beadGem of earth and sky begotten.
Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole heaven within it.
Or stars of morning, dew-drops which the sunImpearls on every leaf and every flower.
I must go seek some dewdrops here,And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
And every dew-drop paints a bow.
