THE WALLACE DAISY FIELD.
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Slim pointed pickets guard the summer dream, Glimpsing behind their lichen-scrolléd bars; Young shapes of white that in ethereal stream Toss starry incense to the summer stars. Ranked slender acolytes in harbor lane, Communion bear to many a churchless breast; Processional in falling summer rain, Recessional to gold and Gothic West. Only a daisy field—yet one man’s care Enshrines it in immaculate gated reach; Inviolate flowers veil them mistily there, Spreading like moonlight to the moonlit beach ... Where the white patens disk the tabled green Is read the sacred Word of sea and skies; Chapelled within this occult daisy screen Is Sacrament for beauty-loving eyes.