THE Dew-man comes over the mountains wide, Over the deserts of sand, With his bag of clear drops And his brush of feathers. He scatters brightness. The white bunnies beg him for dew. He sprinkles their fur, They shake themselves. All the time he is singing The unknown world is beautiful! He polishes flowers, Humming "Oh, beautiful!" He sings in the soft light That grows out of the dew, Out of the misty dew-light that leans over him He makes his song . . . It is beautiful, the unknown world! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUSE OF HOSPITALITIES by THOMAS HARDY HIS RETURN TO LONDON by ROBERT HERRICK OF TREASON by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 12. ON RECOVERING FROM A FIT OF SICKNESS IN COUNTRY by MARK AKENSIDE ROCOCO by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE BROWN GIANT by ALEXANDER ANDERSON PROLOGUE TO THE PLAY OF HENRY THE EIGHTH by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |