OH, dear little daisy, come whisper me softly, And tell me a secret I'm longing to know. His name will lie hid in your golden heart ever; Oh, say does he love me, and whisper it low. Faint heart, you are throbbing, and, cheeks, you are paling, -- One after another the white petals fall. Oh, birds, cease your singing, and, sun, hide your shining, For the daisy has said that he loves not at all. Tears do not fall: there is somebody coming, Somebody's footstep is here at my side; Somebody holds me quite close to his bosom, And whispers, "My darling, the daisy has lied." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOVEMBER STARS by SARA TEASDALE A TOAST TO OUR NATIVE LAND by ROBERT BRIDGES (1858-1941) YOUTH by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE IMMORTALITY OF LOVE by ROBERT SOUTHEY THE BLIND GIRL OF CASTEL-CUILLE by JACQUES BOE THE LAND by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT |