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.