Friday, May 31, 2013

Who Doesn't Love a Daisy?

Daisy Time
by Marjorie Pickthall

See, the grass is full of stars,
Fallen in their brightness;
Hearts they have of shining gold,
Rays of shining whiteness.


Buttercups have honeyed hearts,
Bees they love the clover,
But I love the daisies' dance
All the meadow over.


Blow, O blow, you happy winds,
Singing summer's praises,
Up the field and down the field
A-dancing with the daisies.






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