I had a sorrow, and I wept salt tears
One winter night, and heavy beat the rain;
At dawn came frost, and on my window-pane
Each drop like fairy lacework now appears.
So shall my grief perchance become a pleasure;
Yes, tears maybe are jewels hearts would keep,
For in another life we’ll wake from sleep,
And light shall sparkle from our new-found treasure.
--BEATRIX L. TOLLEMACHE.
(1694)