I asked a pretty maiden, So simple and so shy, If she thought that she could love me, If not, the reason why? She drooped her silken lashes, I heard a muffled sigh, And said, "Kind sir, this daisy Has told me not to try. Each petal, pure and spotless, From Heaven's dew scarce dry, Is blest with mystic virtues Which for true love apply. When torn from off its centre Of brilliant, golden dye, They answer me quite truly, All doubts they clarify. These fragile, scattered petals I plucked as you came nigh Proved from the love you offer My tender heart must fly." O cruel, wicked flower! As I gazed into her eye, I saw the love-light gleaming, The daisy told a lie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THOUGHTS OF A TINY PIG by DAVID IGNATOW LET ME NOT HATE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TAPS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SAINT PATRICK by EDWIN MARKHAM SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: REV. LEMUEL WILEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |