Lacrimarium

Were there a tear

To spare, where better

To be sure the gesture

Would linger than here

In its own little bottle

Blown from a hot bubble

To mirror a tear.

And were there more

Than one could bear,

So much the better

In the hereafter for

The begetter, a little

Vessel to stopper

Sorrow beyond measure.

And were there a tear

Too few, far better to hire

A weeper, for where

But in a tearful little

Jigger does it figure

No one need settle for

Less than a fair share.