Daisy, the poet’s darling

Contented they are in their lowly status Daisies spread joy to the beholder. Here are lines from three different poets on the simple, demure yet cheerful Daisies…A bed of daisies on a hill station brought back flowery memories of  Munnar days… smell of the fresh air, pine trees, evergreens, bird songs and cool weather.

 

Said the other, little daisy, “I am very well content
To live simply in the meadow where the sun and rain are sent;
Where the bees all gather sweetness, and the dew falls on my head,
And the radiance of the moonlight is all around me shed.
“The grass and clover blossoms admire my beauty all day long,
As I listen to the music of a bird’s delightful song…”
“Two Little Daisies” [The other little daisy was wishing to be a rose]

~Gertrude Tooley Buckingham,

The Daisy follows soft the Sun –
And when his golden walk is done –
Sits shyly at his feet –
He – waking – finds the flower there –
Wherefore – Marauder – art thou here?
Because, Sir, love is sweet!

Emily Dickinson

Fresh-smitten by the morning ray,
When thou art up, alert and gay,
Then, cheerful Flower! my spirits play
With kindred gladness:
And when, at dusk, by dews opprest
Thou sink’st, the image of thy rest
Hath often eased my pensive breast
Of careful sadness.

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Thou liv’st with less ambitious aim,
Yet hast not gone without thy fame;
Thou art indeed by many a claim
The Poet’s darling.

From Wordsworth’s ‘To The Daisy’