Dew

Sara Teasdale

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.

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