RAINDROPS 



By Agnes Lockhart Hughes 



Knocking against my window pane — 

 Fell the drip -drip of the silver rain — 



Like tears by an angel wept. 

 When a teasing wind came rollicking by — 

 And the raindrops fled with a farewell sigh — 



But one in a rosebud crept. 

 It lay like a gem on her heart of gold, 

 And hearkened the tales that her lovef bold — 



Breathed to this blushing flowei. 

 Then a sunbeam sped from his home on high— 

 And carried the raindrop up to the sky- 

 Where he wooed her for one short: hour. 

 Silent — queen night, came creeping down, 

 In search of a pearl for her jeweled crown, 



And she leaned o'er the sunset s bar. 

 There in a sea of amethyst, 

 She found the tear that the sunbeam hissed 



And fashioned it into a star, 



A glittering silver star. 



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