The Dew Faery

The blazing sun his rays casts forth

Upon the weary ground,

As fields of green and amber scorch

‘Neath his tyrannous frown.

The summer days have lasted long,

And parched has land become;

Aye, fields of corn are growing strong,

But rain, now there is none.

At the edge of forest sits,

Amid the blasting heat,

A sprite whose faintest glow emits

A feeling of relief.

This faery lights among the fields

At dawn, and with her brings

The dewdrops, mist and midnight’s tears,

To paint upon the leaves.

She floats among the clover buds,

With bees upon her heels,

And waters flow’ring cotton, thus;

How soft it soon shall feel!

And when the rays of sun awake,

Into the shade she flies

To rest, and watch her labors make

A blighted field soon thrive.