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.
