The Daisies

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Title:     The Daisies
Author: James Stephens [More Titles by Stephens]

In the scented bud of the morning--O,
When the windy grass went rippling far,
I saw my dear one walking slow
In the field where the daisies are.

We did not laugh and we did not speak
As we wandered happily to and fro;
I kissed my dear on either cheek
In the bud of the morning--O.

A lark sang up from the breezy land,
A lark sang down from a cloud afar,
And she and I went hand in hand
In the field where the daisies are.

[The end]
James Stephens's poem: Daisies

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