As dew leaves the cobweb lightly 
Threaded with stars, 
Scattering jewels on the fence 
And the pasture bars; 
As dawn leaves the dry grass bright 
And the tangled weeds 
Bearing a rainbow gem 
On each of their seeds; 
So has your love, my lover, 
Fresh as the dawn, 
Made me a shining road 
To travel on, 
Set every common sight 
Of tree or stone 
Delicately alight 
For me alone.
Dew
written bySara Teasdale
© Sara Teasdale





