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1884–1933

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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