Sarah Teasdale

Here you will find the Poem Dew of poet Sarah 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.