Tear of Love

O’ER the brook a rose there bloometh, In the brook its image glows, Therefore scented pearls there hasten Downwards from the grateful rose.

One of these the brook attaining Scents of Eden round it sows, Every billow bounds for pleasure At the notice of the rose.

My full heart’s of love a fountain, And thy soul is mirror’d there; On this constant heart in kindness Drop, dear maid, a single tear.

So the stream of life becometh, As with honey, sweet to me; Tears from lovely eyes must ever Nectar fit for angels be.