Quotes on Dew

Again rejoicing Nature sees_x000D_ _x000D_ Her robe assume its vernal hues_x000D_ _x000D_ Her leafy locks wave in the breeze,_x000D_ _x000D_ All freshly steep'd in the morning dews.

And my heart springs up anew,_x000D_ _x000D_ Bright and confident and true,_x000D_ _x000D_ And the old love comes to meet me, in the dawning and the dew.

I who all the Winter through,_x000D_ _x000D_ Cherished other loves than you_x000D_ _x000D_ And kept hands with hoary policy in marriage-bed and pew;_x000D_ _x000D_ Now I know the false and true,_x000D_ _x000D_ For the earnest sun looks through,_x000D_ _x000D_ And my old love comes to meet me in the dawning and the dew.

The home we seek is in eternity; The Truth we seek is like a shoreless sea, Of which your paradise is but a drop. This ocean can be yours; why should you stop Beguiled by dreams of evanescent dew? The secrets of the sun are yours, but you Content yourself with motes trapped in its beams. Turn to what truly lives, reject what seems -- Which matters more, the body or the soul? Be whole: desire and journey to the Whole.

Oh to follow the road that leads away from everything, without anguish, death, winter waiting along it with their eyes open through the dew.

The birds that were singing in the dew-drenched garden seemed to be telling the flowers about her.

Her soul trembled on her lips like a drop of dew on a flower.

Say she rail; why, I'll tell her plain She sings as sweetly as a nightingale. Say that she frown; I'll say she looks as clear As morning roses newly wash'd with dew. Say she be mute and will not speak a word; Then I'll commend her volubility, and say she uttereth piercing eloquence.

What do we have in common with the rosebud, which trembles because a drop of dew lies on its body?

I see a lily on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever dew; And on thy cheek a fading rose Fast withereth too.

YOU are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf, I am the smaller one on its upper side,' said the dewdrop to the lake.

I prefer by far the warmth and softness to mere brilliancy and coldness. Some people remind me of sharp dazzling diamonds. Valuable but lifeless and loveless. Others, of the simplest field flowers, with hearts full of dew and with all the tints of celestial beauty reflected in their modest petals.

If you come as softly As wind within the trees You may hear what I hear See what sorrow sees. If you come as lightly As threading dew I will take you gladly Nor ask more of you. You may sit beside me Silent as a breath Only those who stay dead Shall remember death. And if you come I will be silent Nor speak harsh words to you. I will not ask you why, now. Or how, or what you do. We shall sit here, softly Beneath two different years And the rich earth between us Shall drink our tears.

This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.

The smile that flickers on a baby’s lips when he sleeps- does anyone know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning.

Be generous in prosperity and thankful in adversity, Be fair in thy judgment, and guarded in thy speech. Be a lamp unto those who walk in darkness, and a home to the stranger. Be eyes to the blind, and a guiding light unto the feet of the erring. Be a breath of life to the body of humankind, a dew to the soil of the human heart, and a fruit upon the tree of humility.