Misty with melancholy sheen,
Dripping soft saline rain,
Upon a lash quivering in pain,
Slow trickle flowing down,
Shimmering like diamonds in a crown,
Tears well up in beauty's eyes,
Making her only more glorious when she cries,
But I can not do a thing,
To lessen sorrow's sting.
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