THE DAISIES.
Reading edition
BY JOHN VANCE CHENEY.
Daisies, once, in noonday dream, Heard I gossip by a stream, Secrecies too sweet to name; 'Mong them, daisies, how you came By your shining skyey faces, Where you learned these magic paces. On a night, far, far away, Certain stars that loved to play In the pond across the way, At a signal—so they say— Put their beams out; what is more, One by one they slipped ashore. When their mates look from the sky. Now we know why every eye, Up and down this fairy ground, Plays go-sleepin' oh, so sound! Eyes and hearts of summer day, Daisies, you have run away.