Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл)

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.

1. The Ghost
2. The Song for Colin
3. Faults
4. The River
5. Buried Love

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