O’ER the vast main, through fields of air,
A drop of dew fell pure and fair.
“Ah, me! “she cried,” sad fate is mine,
My life to merge in waves of brine!
Waft me, oh winds! on you I call,
To earth at least I fain would fall;
Or by thy rays, oh Sun! be drawn
To join my kin in mists of morn!”
The winds and sun heard not her quest;
The kind sea took her to its breast;
Hid in a shell from sense and sight,
Then cast her forth – a pearl of light!
(Emily Mary Barton)
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