Pianto

I saw thee weep — the big bright tear
Came o’er that eye of blue;
And then methought it did appear
A violet dropping dew—
I saw thee smile — the sapphire’s blaze
Beside thee ceased to shine;
It could not match the living rays
That fill’d that glance of thine.

As clouds from yonder sun receive
A deep and mellow dye,
Which scarce the shade of coming eve
Can banish from the sky—
Those smiles unto the moodiest mind
Their own pure joy impart;
Their sunshine leaves a glow behind
That lightens o’er the heart