Three Things – Dew

Dew

By Sarah Teasdale (1884 –1933)

I dream that he is mine,

I dream that he is true,

And all his words I keep

As rose-leaves hold the dew.

O little thirsty rose,

O little heart beware,

Lest you should hope to hold

A hundred roses’ share.

water-drops-rose-red

 

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