TheDaisyfollowssofttheSun

The Daisy follows soft the Sun --

And when his golden walk is done --

Sits shyly at his feet --

He -- waking -- finds the flower there --

Wherefore -- Marauder -- art thou here?

Because, Sir, love is sweet!

We are the Flower -- Thou the Sun!

Forgive us, if as days decline --

We nearer steal to Thee!

Enamored of the parting West --

The peace -- the flight -- the Amethyst --

Nights possibility!