Love Songs by Sara Teasdale
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page 37 of 60 (61%)
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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. To-night The moon is a curving flower of gold, The sky is still and blue; The moon was made for the sky to hold, And I for you. |
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