The Kindling Of The Day: Iii. The Tear Sent To Her From Staines

Glide, gentle streams, and bear 
Along with you my tear 
To that coy girl 
Who smiles, yet slays 
Me with delays
And strings my tears as pearl
 
See! see, she's yonder set
Making a carcanet 
Of maiden-flowers! 
There, there present 
This orient 
And pendant pearl of ours
 
Then say I've sent one more 
Gem to enrich her store 
And that is all 
Which I can send
Or vainly spend
For tears no more will fall
 
Nor will I seek supply 
Of them, the spring once dry 
But I'll devise
Among the rest
A way that's best 
How I may save mine eyes
 
Yet say should she condemn 
Me to surrender them 
Then say my part 
Must be to weep 
Out them, to keep 
A poor, yet loving heart

Say too, she would have this 
She shall: then my hope is
That when I'm poor 
And nothing have 
To send or save
I'm sure she'll ask no more