Daisies

Fair and peaceful daisies,Smiling in the grass,Who hath sung your praises?Poets by you pass,And I alone am left to celebrate your mass.

In the summer morning,Through the fields ye,shine,Joyfully adorningEarth with grace divine,And pour, from sunny hearts, fresh gladness into mine.

Lying in the meadows,Like the milky way,From nocturnal shadowsGlad to fall away,And live a happy life in the wide light of day.

Bees about you hummingPile their yellow store,Winds in whispers comingTeach you love's sweet lore,For your reluctant lips still worshipping the more.

Birds with music ladenShower their songs on you;And the rustic maiden,Standing in the dew,By your alternate leaves tells if her love be true.

Little stars of glory!From your amber eyesNo inconstant storyOf her love should rise!And yet "He loves me not!" is oft the sad surprise.

Crowds of milk-white blossoms!Noon's concentred beamsGlowing in your bosoms;So, by living streamsIn heaven, I think the light of flowers immortal gleams.

When your date is over,Peacefully ye fade,With the fragrant cloverAnd sweet grasses laid,In odors for a pall beneath the orchard shade.

Happy, happy daisies!Would I were like you,Pure from human praises,Fresh with morning dew,And ever in my heart to heaven's clear sunshine true!