Love Songs

III.
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.