The Little Daisy Girl and Other Poems - Jacquelyn Hedge-Cheney; Roland Cheney

At dusk, the streaming vapors,
In keening, Godly litany,
Curling, cut their capers,
In the forest by the sea,

Of which she sang, don't ask, shy
Little August, knows the rune,
For he will only sigh, and say,
"Go ask April, May, or June."

For proof I fell 'neath my own spell,
And feigned design of blinkered mind,
The truth to tell I knew quite well,
Though in deigned ink red purblind.

The boy with sad eyes,
Did not realize,
That every kid in town,
Could see his little frown.

The boy with no smile,
Seemed to take awhile,
To answer to his name,
But answered just the same.

Deepset little smudges,
Held no inner grudges,
Just an emptiness,
Nothing more, nothing less.