One night a tiny dewdrop fell
Into 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 then
Sent forth a messenger of light
And 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.
Mother And Child
Eugene Field
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Poem topics: child, dark, flower, heart, light, night, dear, sweet, broken, anguish, sky, rose, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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