Poems (Welby)/The Dew-Drop

by Amelia Welby

THE DEW-DROP.

I am a sparkling drop of dew,
 Just wept from yon silver star,
But drops of dew have very few
 To care for what they are;
For little ye dream, who dwell below,
 Of all I've wandered through;
Ye only know I sparkle so,
 Because I'm a drop of dew.

I flashed at first with waves, that whirl
 O'er the blue, blue, tossing sea;
Where eddies curl o'er beds of pearl
 I wandered wild and free,
Till I chanced to spy an elfin king,
 And I danced before his view,
When the merry thing, with his glittering wing,
 Whisked off the drop of dew.

The evening air with sweets was fraught,
 And away we flitted far,
When, quick as thought, I was upward caught
 To yon lovely vesper star;
And I'm very sure a gentle charm
 That bright thing round me threw,
For an angel form, in her bosom warm,
 Enfolded the drop of dew.

But I slept not long in yon starry bower,
 In the bosom of my love,
For, in a shower, to this primrose flower,
 She sent me from above;
And soon its moonlight leaves will close,
 But they hide me not from view,
For the wind, that flows o'er the young primrose,
 Will kiss off the drop of dew.