One Tear

Last night, when at parting Awhile we did stand, Suddenly starting, There fell on my hand Something that burned it, Something that shone In the moon as I turned it, And then it was gone. One bright stray jewel— What made it stray? Was I cold or cruel, At the close of day? Oh, do not cry, lass! What is crying worth? There is no lass like my lass In the whole wide earth.