"I saw thee weep; the big bright tear came o’er that eye of blue
And then me-thought it did appear a violet dropping dew.

I saw thee smile; the sapphire blaze beside thee ceas’d to shine;
It could not match the living rays that filled that glance of thine.

As clouds from yonder sun receive a deep and mellow dye,
Which scarce the shade of coming eve can banish fro the sky.

Those smiles un-to the moodiest mind their own pure joy impart;
Their sunshine leaves a glow be-hind That lightens o’er the heart."

-Lord Byron