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.

At The Word 'Farewell'
First Sight Of Her And After
Before Knowledge
A Kiss
By The Runic Stone
Dew
I Would Live In Your Love
April Song
The Wanderer
Answered
Love's Language
The Lover's Resolution
Love Will Find Out The Way