Nature

Dew

by Sara Teasdale 1884–1933

From Helen of Troy and Other Poems (1911)

Nature

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.

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