STAR of the mead! sweet daughter of the day, Whose opening flower invites the morning ray, From the moist cheek and bosom's chilly fold To kiss the tears of eve, the dew-drops cold! Sweet daisy, flower of love! when birds are paired, 'T is sweet to see thee, with thy bosom bared, Smiling in virgin innocence serene, Thy pearly crown above thy vest of green. The lark with sparkling eye and rustling wing Rejoins his widowed mate in early spring. And, as he prunes his plumes of russet hue, Swears on thy maiden blossom to be true. Oft have I watched thy closing buds at eve. Which for the parting sunbeams seemed to grieve; And when gay morning gilt the dew-bright plain, Seen them unclasp their folded leaves again; Nor he who sung "The daisy is so sweet!" More dearly loved thy pearly form to greet, When on his scarf the knight the daisy bound, And dames to tourneys shone with daisies crowned, And fays forsook the purer fields above, To hail the daisy, flower of faithful love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SIBERIA by JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN SONNET: 110 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 2. THE WRECK OF RIVERMOUTH by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 7. TO REVEREND BENJAMIN, LORD BISHOP OF WINCHESTER by MARK AKENSIDE THE RECRUITING SERGEANT; A MUSICAL ENTERTAINMENT: AIR by ISAAC BICKERSTAFFE A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 31 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT IN DER FREMDE by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |