Daisies’ Dance

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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.
~Marjorie Pickthall “Daisy Time”
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3 thoughts on “Daisies’ Dance

  1. Emily, that verse fits a melodic variation of “The Girl I Left Behind Me.” You might want to try it. I would add it to my performance if I had a melodic voice and might anyhow, as it helps make a favorite point of mine that art possibilities are ubiquitous and worthy of the effort of expression beyond “commercial” potential. Some thirty years ago I was shoveling snow off my driveway for the third time that week when the need to write a song came. “I’m dreaming of a daisy-dappled dairy farm in Delaware” was all I could come up with, but it got me through the chore!!!

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