O Dandelion, yellow as gold, What do you all the day? I just wait here in the tall green grass Till the children come to play. O Dandelion, yellow as gold, What do you do all night? I wait and wait till the cool dew falls, And my hair grows long and white. And what do you do when your hair is white, And the children come to play? They take me in their dimpled hands, And blow all my hair away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BABY MAY by WILLIAM COX BENNETT A CHILD'S EVENING PRAYER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE AN EPITAPH ON A ROBIN REDBEAST by SAMUEL ROGERS FAREWELL TO THE FARM by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THANKSGIVING DAY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE FIRST GRAY HAIR by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY THE PRINCE OF PEACE by EDWARD HENRY BICKERSTETH |