The hillside’s dew-pearled
Today being Sunday I got up late and missed it, but other mornings recently I’ve seen the sloping orchard alight with spangles of dew. There are so many, and they’re so closely packed, that there actually seems to be a light source within the ground.
It reminds me of a line from a hymn we sang at school:
The hillside’s dew-pearled.
It’s by the poet Robert Browning, and he surely saw the irony in his rhyming line:
All’s right with the world!
It certainly isn’t, but that doesn’t stop me from enjoying the pearls and diamonds in the grass.