It looks as if the dew was on it; but the tears will not make it grow again—will they?
Nonsense must have the dew on it, or it is good for nothing.
She has faded away like a rainbow—like a drop of dew in the sun.
Not only all night, but all day, has the dew lain upon its purity.
She was walking down a lane, her short skirts brushed by the morning dew.
She had much to ...