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.