Matin Bells and Scarlet and Gold :: :: University of Virginia Library

In the morning, Daisy
Always wakes me with the bliss
Of a calculated kiss,
When my thoughts are hazy
And I cannot guess the time,
And her greeting seems the chime
Of the water and the wind
In some distant land of Ind;
With the morning, fancies
Come with her and lightly play
Just a moment by the way,
Till the whole world dances.

In the evening, Daisy
Is awakened with a kiss
Which she never takes amiss,
Though so tired and lazy.
And her little crown of gold
Just assumes my fingers' mould,
As I smooth the baby head
Carried gently off to bed.
With the evening stories
Visit her, and make her room
B ossom big from all its gloom;
Into boundless glories.

In the winter, Daisy
Cuddled up before the fire

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Deems the world in gray attire
Must have quite gone crazy;
Wonders why upon the eaves
Bristles ice, and all the leaves
Making such delightful bowers
Have departed with the flowers;
With the winter, shadows
Take for her surprising shapes,
And in ghostly hoods and capes
Wave on woods and meadows.

In the summer, Daisy
Wanders all among the trees
With the butterflies and bees,
Through the green and mazy
Circuits of the garden walk,
Bubbling out in baby talk,
Till the birds on every stem
Think that she belongs to them.
With the summer beauty
Of the laughing earth and skies
Pours into her face and eyes,
And to love is duty.