The Dewdrop

AH, be not vain. In yon flower-bell,  
 As rare a pearl, did I appear,  
As ever grew in ocean shell,  
 To dangle at a Helen’s ear.  
 
So was I till a cruel blast  
 Arose and swept me to the ground,  
When, in the jewel of the past,  
 Earth but a drop of water found.