Dews

A perfectly healthy sentence, it is true, is extremely rare. For the most part we miss the hue and fragrance of the thought; as if we could be satisfied with the dews of the morning or evening without their colors, or the heavens without their azure.

The dews were so heavy that the fields glistened like cloth of silver.

Close by the water, in a sheltered bay, / a few guardians of the oars we choose, / then stretched at random on the beach we lay / our limbs to rest, and on the toil-worn crews / sleep steals in silence down, and sheds her kindly dews.

This is followed by a deluge of rain for an hour or two. Dews are very copious,– fogs little known. The climate is very salubrious.

“The trail is fresh,” continued the chief; “not more than two dews have fallen on the prints of foot and hoof”