Light is the life of all my thoughts. At twilight, in the woods, I can gather marguerites. It is red, and gilded by the sunset, and I move on— I cannot rest when the sun is gone. If I seek the darkness, it breaks with stars. So many suns appear! Such dew down here! The fair night lights my way with mingled fires. And my hand with the flower always meets. At twilight, in the woods, I gather marguerites. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAD WOMAN'S SONG by KAREN SWENSON THE RUBAIYAT, 1889 EDITION: 19 by OMAR KHAYYAM SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 50 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HIRED MAN by EVA K. ANGLESBURG THE TRIUMPHS OF THY CONQUERING POWER by WILLIAM HILEY BATHURST |