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...AN ANCIENT PROVERB by WILLIAM BLAKE PASSION'S HOUNDS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE WIND'S VISIT by EMILY DICKINSON AGAMEMNON: HELEN. CHORUS by AESCHYLUS THOREAU'S FLUTE by LOUISA MAY ALCOTT LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 8. THE EVICTION by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 16. AL-KAHHAR by EDWIN ARNOLD THE INNOCENT MAGICIAN; OR, A CHARM AGAINST LOVE by PHILIP AYRES |