Born of Water

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Born of Water

Methought I stood among the stars alone,

Watching a grey parched orb which onward flew

Half blinded by the dusty winds that blew,

Empty as Death and barren as a stone,

The pleasant sound of water all unknown!

When, as I looked in wonderment, there grew,

High in the air above, a drop of dew,

Which, gathering slowly through long cycles, shone

Like a great tear; and then at last it fell

Clasping the orb, which drank it greedily,

With a delicious noise and upward swell

Of sweet cool joy that tossed me like a sea;

And then the thick life sprang as from a grave,

With trees, flowers, boats upon the bounding wave!