Sunbeam and Dewdrop

O sunbeam, O sunbeam !
I would be a sunbeam too !
When the winter chill
Hushes lark and rill ;
When the thunder-showers
Bow the weeping flowers ;
When the shadows creep,
Cold, and dark, and deep, —
We would follow, swift and bright,
Blending all our love and light,
Chasing winter, grim and hoary,
Shining all the tears away —
Turning all the gloom to glory,
All the darkness into day.

O dewdrop, O dewdrop,
I would be a dewdrop too !
When the fatal glow,
Sultry, still and slow,
Makes the scentless flowers
Droop in withering bowers,
Leaf and shade and bloom
Touched with early doom, —
We would follow, sweet and bright,
Blending life and love and light :
Making what was parched and dreary,
Glad and lovely, fresh and fair,
Softly cheering what was weary,
Sparkling, starlike, everywhere.