Little Drop of Sunlight

Little drop of Sunlight,
I caught it from the tree.
Down the mist She was treading,
All coming to me.

From my hand,
Out She sprung.
In Her appraisal,
Those distant merry bells rung.

I touched Her,
She was Mirage alone.
Not any Divine Spirit,
But Imagination of my Own.

Oh! Beauty,
You played again a nasty trick.
It seemed you were monument of Light,
But your Eyes were all Bleak.