DAISIES

Daisies, daisies, all surprise!

Open wide your sunny eyes!

See the linnet on the wing;

See the crimson feather!

See the life in every thing,

Sun, and wind, and weather!

Shadow of the passer-by,

Bare-foot skipping over,

Meadow where the heifers lie,

Butter-cup, and clover!

All is vivid, all is real,

All is high surprising!

Ye are pure to see and feel;

Ye the gift are prizing

Men and gods would perish for —

Gods with all their thunder!—

Could they have the thing ye are,

Everlasting wonder!