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Daisy Time
Marjorie Pickthall


See, the grass is full of stars, 
Fallen in their brightness; 
Hearts they have of shining gold, 
Rays of shining whiteness. 
Buttercups have honeyed hearts, 
Bees they love the clover, 
But I love the daisies’ dance 
All the meadow over. 
Blow, O blow, you happy winds, 
Singing summer’s praises, 
Up the field and down the field 
A-dancing with the daisies.

From Little Songs: A Book of Poems (McClelland and Stewart)
This poem is in the public domain.


Marjorie Pickthall (1883-1922) wrote several hundred short stories, five novels, and several books of poetry. Born in London, she moved to Canada as a child and achieved success as a writer while still in school. A feminist before her time, she was devoted to her family but worked, at various times, as a librarian, ambulance driver, and farm laborer.

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nadia ibrashi:
Thanks for this gem.
Posted 07/06/2011 01:39 PM
Really love this, Maire
Posted 07/06/2011 12:11 PM
a new way to look at creeping charlie!! little purple stars ...
Posted 07/06/2011 09:08 AM

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