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Daisy Time
(14 September 1883 – 19 April 1922 / Gunnersbury, London)

Daisy Time

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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" Hearts they have of shining gold Rays of shining whiteness." A superb nature poem and pleasure to read. Well deserved classic poem of the Day.
Wow! beautiful! congrats for being selected as the POD!
" Rays of shining whiteness" ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This is a beautiful poem on nature having stunning expression with nce collocation. Thanks for sharing.
Lovely; stars fall, in grass, their grace remain.
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