 | The poetical works of Lucy Larcom |  |
GOLDEN DAISIES.
Disk of bronze and ray of gold
Glimmering through the meadow grasses,
Burn less proudly! for, behold,
Down the field my princess passes.
Hardly should I hold you fair,
Golden, gay, midsummer daisies,
But for her, the maiden rare,
Who, amid your starry mazes,
Makes you splendid with her praises.
Glimmering through the meadow grasses,
Burn less proudly! for, behold,
Down the field my princess passes.
Hardly should I hold you fair,
Golden, gay, midsummer daisies,
But for her, the maiden rare,
Who, amid your starry mazes,
Makes you splendid with her praises.
Soft brown tresses, eyes of blue,
Is a heart beneath you waking?
Maiden, here 's a heart for you,
Fain were worthier of your taking.
Golden daisies, you have met
In a fairy ring around her:
Does she hear my footfall yet,
Where, enchanted, you have bound her?
Hold her charmed, till we have crowned her!
Is a heart beneath you waking?
Maiden, here 's a heart for you,
Fain were worthier of your taking.
Golden daisies, you have met
In a fairy ring around her:
Does she hear my footfall yet,
Where, enchanted, you have bound her?
Hold her charmed, till we have crowned her!
Softly, blossoms, while she stands
In the sunny stillness dreaming;
Softly hither, to my hands—
Wreathe for her a circlet gleaming!—
Lights her face a shy, swift smile;
Flower-like head she slowly raises:—
Was her heart mine, all the while?
Blossoms, royal with her praises,
Crown my queen, ye golden daisies!
In the sunny stillness dreaming;
Softly hither, to my hands—
Wreathe for her a circlet gleaming!—
Lights her face a shy, swift smile;
Flower-like head she slowly raises:—
Was her heart mine, all the while?
Blossoms, royal with her praises,
Crown my queen, ye golden daisies!
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