Here I stand on the edge of the spring Gazing over into summer, While between, The fields of petaled daisies Delay me on the scene. Can it be Their brilliant whites and yellows Flashing through the fields In little swells and billows To the boarder of the trees? A crusade of daisies! Little children bearing banners White and waving on the breeze. Perhaps it is their haughty air, So tall and fair, And set with white and yellow gems On slender stems. However, Spring advances into summer and they depart, But the fields of petaled daisies Still hold me in my heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BATTLE-FIELD by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT PARADISE LOST: BOOK 4 by JOHN MILTON NEARER by ROBERT MALISE BOWYER NICHOLS ESTRANGEMENT by WILLIAM WATSON THE WAITER AND THE ALLIGATOR by G. W. A. UNSOPHISTICATED WISHES, BY MISS JEMINA INGOLDSBY, AGED 15 by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |