Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, DEW, by THOMAS EKENHEAD MAYNE


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DEW, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: The warm winds stealing o'er the grass
Last Line: Have lit with the spirit-light of tears.


THE warm winds stealing o'er the grass
Are sweet to the daffodil,
But not till the colder night-winds pass
Will the crystal dews distil;
Fair is the dew on petal and leaf,
Fairer sweet eyes made grave with grief.

When morn is red and winds grow chill
A crown on the rose is set,
Dew-laden drops the daffodil,
Begemmed is the violet;
But sweeter the eyes that the passing years
Have lit with the spirit-light of tears.





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