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The Tear
(13 December 1797 – 17 February 1856 / Dusseldorf)

The Tear

The latest light of evening
Upon the waters shone,
And still we sat in the lonely hut,
In silence and alone.

The sea-fog grew, the screaming mew
Rose on the water's swell,
And silently in her gentle eye
Gathered the tears and fell
.
I saw them stand on the lily hand,
Upon my knee I sank,
And, kneeling there, from her fingers fair
The precious dew I drank.

And sense and power, since that sad hour,
In longing waste away ;
Ah me ! I fear, in each witching tear
Some subtile poison lay.

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A Proud Man Slain By A Lily White Hand if tears alone when shed can unnerve most men sometimes steal a proud man's heart; then bewitched a man could surely be; if he drank the precious dew of tears fresh shed; from a gentle eye upon his knee, directly, from a lily white hand; Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'The Tear' by the poet Heinrich Heine Dedicated to the poet Henrich Heine.
if tears alone when shed can unnerve most men and sometimes steal a man's heart, then bewitched a man could surely be, if he drank the precious dew of tears fresh shed from a gentle eye upon his knee directly from a lily white hand