Mother and child
One night a tiny dewdrop fellInto the bosom of a rose,--"Dear little one, I love thee well,Be ever here thy sweet repose!"
Seeing the rose with love bedight,The envious sky frowned dark, and thenSent forth a messenger of lightAnd caught the dewdrop up again.
"Oh, give me back my heavenly child,--My love!" the rose in anguish cried;Alas! the sky triumphant smiled,And so the flower, heart-broken, died.
Sign in to like, rate and collect poems, and keep track of what you've read.