Padraic Colum (1881–1972). Anthology of Irish Verse. 1922.
By James Stephens174. The Daisies
I
When the windy grass went rippling far,
I saw my dear one walking slow,
In the field where the daisies are.
As we wandered happily to and fro;
I kissed my dear on either cheek,
In the bud of the morning—O.
A lark sang down from a cloud afar,
And she and I went hand in hand
In the field where the daisies are.