Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them.

I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber . . .

Thou blossom bright with autumn dew,And colored with the heaven's own blue. . . .

I must go seek some dew-drops here,And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

So quick bright things come to confusion.