September 26, 2015 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. Send me your Three Things and I will find a poem and a picture and publish them for you! Name(required) Email(required) Your Three Things(required) Submit Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailPinterestTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related
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