DAISIES
| Daisies, daisies, all surprise! Open wide your sunny eyes! See the linnet on the wing; See the crimson feather! See the life in every thing, Sun, and wind, and weather! Shadow of the passer-by, Bare-foot skipping over, Meadow where the heifers lie, Butter-cup, and clover! All is vivid, all is real, All is high surprising! Ye are pure to see and feel; Ye the gift are prizing Men and gods would perish for— Gods with all their thunder!— Could they have the thing ye are, Everlasting wonder! |
BOBOLINK
| Bright little bird with a downward wing, How many birds within you sing? Two or three at the least it seems, Overflowing golden streams. If I could warble on a wing so strong, Filling five acres full of song, I'd never sit on the grey rail fence, I'd never utter a word of sense, I'd float forever in a light blue sky, Uttering joy to the passers-by! |