Sara Teasdale Sara Teasdale Dew
- 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.
- Sara Teasdale