The Daisy follows soft the Sun - And when his golden walk is done - Sits shily at his feet - He - waking - finds the flower there - Wherefore - Marauder - art thou here? Because, Sir, love is sweet! We are the Flower - Thou the Sun! Forgive us, if as days decline - We nearer steal to Thee! Enamored of the parting West - The peace - the flight - the amethyst - Night's possibility! |