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.