Daisies.
Daisies, does he love me?
Daisies, tell me true.
“Loves me * * * does not love me” * * *
That will never do!
Why, you know, you daisies,
Whatever you may say,
He stole that knot of riband
I wore the other day.
Daisies, one more trial;
Let your petals fall.
“Loves me * * * does not love me * * *
Loves me,” after all!
Thank you, darling daisies,
And if it ends that way
I’ll wear you in a garland
Upon my wedding day.
1878.
