Sara Teasdale

Here you will find the Poem Dew of poet 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.