The latest light of evening <br />Upon the waters shone, <br />And still we sat in the lonely hut, <br />In silence and alone. <br /> <br />The sea-fog grew, the screaming mew <br />Rose on the water's swell, <br />And silently in her gentle eye <br />Gathered the tears and fell <br />. <br />I saw them stand on the lily hand, <br />Upon my knee I sank, <br />And, kneeling there, from her fingers fair <br />The precious dew I drank. <br /> <br />And sense and power, since that sad hour, <br />In longing waste away ; <br />Ah me ! I fear, in each witching tear <br />Some subtile poison lay.<br /><br />Heinrich Heine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tear-12/
