In the scented bud of the morning O, When the windy grass went rippling far! I saw my dear one walking slow In the field where the daisies are. We did not laugh, and we did not speak, As we wandered happily, to and fro, I kissed my dear on either cheek, In the bud of the morning O! A lark sang up, from the breezy land; A lark sang down, from a cloud afar; As she and I went, hand in hand, In the field where the daisies are. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GUARDIAN ANGEL (A PICTURE AT FANO) by ROBERT BROWNING THE FLOWER OF BEAUTY by GEORGE DARLEY EXALTATION by HILDA WHILT ARCHER MAGIC TOURS by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN RHYME OF THE DUCHESS MAY by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |