Helen of Troy and Other Poems/Dew

by Sara Teasdale

For works with similar titles, see Dew.

 

DEW

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.