Methought I Stood Among The Stars Alone, Watching A Grey Parched Orb Which Onward Flew Half Blinded By The Dusty Winds That Blew, Empty As Death And Barren As A Stone, The Pleasant Sound Of Water All Unknown! When, As I Looked In Wonderment, There Grew, High In The Air Above, A Drop Of Dew, Which, Gathering Slowly Through Long Cycles, Shone Like A Great Tear; And Then At Last It Fell Clasping The Orb, Which Drank It Greedily, With A Delicious Noise And Upward Swell Of Sweet Cool Joy That Tossed Me Like A Sea; And Then The Thick Life Sprang As From A Grave, With Trees, Flowers, Boats Upon The Bounding Wave!