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Buttercups and Daisies
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Eliza Cook


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I never see a young hand hold
The starry bunch of white and gold,
But something warm and fresh will start
About the region of my heart;
My smile expires into a sigh;
I feel a struggling in my eye,
’Twixt humid drop and sparkling ray,
Till rolling tears have won their way;
For, soul and brain will travel back,
Through memory’s chequer’d mazes,
To days when I but trod life’s track
For buttercups and daisies.

There seems a bright and fairy spell
About their very names to dwell;
And though old Time has mark’d my brow
With care and thought, I love them now.
Smile, if you will, but some heartstrings
Are closest link’d to simplest things;
And these wild flowers will hold mine fast,
Till love, and life, and all be past;
And then the only wish I have
Is, that the one who raises
The turf sod o’er me, plant my grave
With buttercups and daisies.

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Eliza Cook (1818 -1889) was born in England, the daughter of a local tradesman. The son of the music master at a local Sunday School she attended encouraged her to produce her first volume of poetry. As her confidence grew, she submitted poems to a variety of newspapers and magazines and was published on a regular basis. Eventually she published her own weekly periodical of "utility and amusement" called Eliza Cooks Journal. Cook was a proponent of political freedom for women, and believed in the ideology of self-improvement through education, something she called "levelling up." This made her hugely popular with the working class public in both England and America.


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dotief@comcast.net:
Lovely poem. The same things that touch my heart were impacting those who lived long before me. How wonderful poetry is to allow us to realize that!
Posted 06/09/2011 07:46 AM
LRL:
buttercups...such a great word thank you for this poem, whomever was the choser.
Posted 06/09/2011 07:40 AM
joyacey:
Thank you for today's floral bouquet. Daisies are a favorite flower of mine. I remember spending hours on lazy summer days making daisy chains. Do kids still have time for that or are they too busy texting?
Posted 06/09/2011 05:13 AM


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