Author Richard Aldington The bright drops play among the lilies when the shower falls in a film of water. The dew hangs on the roses when the dawn breathes cold and sweet. This is the image of weeping Lygda ā and love burns me with her tears! Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments