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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!