THE sun and the dew were so far apart, The world would have said they could never have met, But the sun looked down with a burning heart When the earth with the crystal dew was wet; So the dew went up in a golden mist— And they kist, Till the dew came back at the close of day, In a robe of the colour of amethyst,— And a crown of pearls on the green earth lay, Like tears of hope and of wild regret That told of an unforgotten tryst, Ere the sun had set. |