Answer:
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, Grown in the darkness, a ladyβs delight.
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?
We are little airy creatures all of different voice and features one of us in glass is set. One of us you'll find in jet. Another you may see in tin. And the fourth a box within. If the fifth you should pursue it can never fly from you.
What can you catch but not throw?
I must be broken before you can use me. What am I?
In your fire you hear me scream! Creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.