Dew (Helen of Troy)

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Dew
by Sara Teasdale
From Helen of Troy and Other Poems Part II


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.