Poems (David)/Dewdrops
DEW-DROPS.
OH! crystal drops that quivering hang Upon our humid country trees,Glisten and sparkle ere ye fall On the dank and fallen leaves.Alas! I know full well ye are Each an angel's glittering tear:Shed for the long lost floweret, And now alas! the dying year.The flowers are gone! the leaves decayed; They scent the summer gale no more.Their strong bare arms the tall trees wave, High o'er the rustic cottage door.Oh! for a fair and merry spring With the high heavens bright and blue.The lambkins skipping o'er the sward, And nature bursting forth anew!