 | [Poems by Cary in] The Poetical Works Of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
THE FORTUNE IN THE DAISY.
Of what are you dreaming, my pretty maid,
With your feet in the summer clover?
Ah! you need not hang your modest head:
I know 't is about your lover.
With your feet in the summer clover?
Ah! you need not hang your modest head:
I know 't is about your lover.
I know by the blushes on your cheek,
Though you strive to hide the token;
And I know because you will not speak,
The thought that is unspoken.
Though you strive to hide the token;
And I know because you will not speak,
The thought that is unspoken.
You are counting the petals, one by one,
Of your dainty, dewy posies,
To find from their number, when 't is done,
The secret it discloses.
Of your dainty, dewy posies,
To find from their number, when 't is done,
The secret it discloses.
You would see if he comes with gold and land—
The lover that is to woo you;
Or only brings his heart and his hand,
For your heart and your hand to sue you.
The lover that is to woo you;
Or only brings his heart and his hand,
For your heart and your hand to sue you.
Beware, beware, what you say and do,
Fair maid, with your feet in the clover;
For the poorest man that comes to woo,
May be the richest lover!
Fair maid, with your feet in the clover;
For the poorest man that comes to woo,
May be the richest lover!
Since not by outward show and sign
Can you reckon worth's true measure,
Who only is rich in soul and mind,
May offer the greatest treasure.
Can you reckon worth's true measure,
Who only is rich in soul and mind,
May offer the greatest treasure.
Ah! there never was power in gems alone
To bind a brow from aching;
Nor strength enough in a jeweled zone
To hold a heart from breaking.
To bind a brow from aching;
Nor strength enough in a jeweled zone
To hold a heart from breaking.
Then be not caught by the sheen and glare
Of worldly wealth and splendor;
But speak him soft, and speak him fair,
Whose heart is true and tender.
Of worldly wealth and splendor;
But speak him soft, and speak him fair,
Whose heart is true and tender.
You may wear your virtues as a crown.
As you walk through life serenely;
And grace your simple rustic gown
With a beauty more than queenly—
As you walk through life serenely;
And grace your simple rustic gown
With a beauty more than queenly—
Though only one for you shall care,
One only speak your praises;
And you never wear, in your shining hair,
A richer flower than daisies!
One only speak your praises;
And you never wear, in your shining hair,
A richer flower than daisies!
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