OUR Daisy lay down In her little nightgown, And kissed me again and again, On forehead and cheek, On lips that would speak, But found themselves shut to their gain. Then foolish, absurd, To utter a word, I asked her the question so old, That wife and that lover Ask over and over, As if they were surer when told. There, close at her side, "Do you love me?" I cried; She lifted her golden-crowned head, A puzzled surprise Shone in her gray eyes -- "Why, that's why I kiss you!" she said. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SYMPATHY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TWO POEMS FROM THE WAR: 1 by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT by ROBERT BURNS SONNET TO GUIDO CAVALCANTI by DANTE ALIGHIERI THE SCRIBE by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE HYMN: FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY: 2 by REGINALD HEBER |