Poems (Cook)/The Dewdrop
THE DEWDROP
The sky hath its star, the deep mine hath its gem, And the beautiful pearl lights the sea;But the surface of earth holds a rival for them, And a lustre more brilliant for me.
I know of a drop where the diamond now shines; Now the blue of the sapphire it gives;It trembles—it changes—the azure resigns; And the tint of the ruby now lives:
Anon the deep emerald dwells in its gleam, Till the breath of the south wind goes by;When it quivers again, and the flash of its beam Pours the topaz flame swift on the eye.
Look, look, on yon grass-blade all freshly impearl'd, There are all of your jewels in one;You'll find every wealth-purchased gem in the world, In the dewdrop that's kiss'd by the sun.
Apollo's own circlet is matchless, they say; Juno envies its sparkles and light;For 'tis form'd of drops lit by its own burning ray; And Olympus shows nothing so bright.