ONE TEAR
Reading edition
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.