nectar
sweet dripping
on parched lips
like dew upon
the scorched earth
Oh, what have we done?
Where fall the tears of love,
the rose appears,
And where the moss is wet
with friendship's tears
Forget-me-not and violet,
heavenly blue, spring,
glittering with the cheerful
drops of dew.
William Cullen Bryant
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