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Padraic Colum (1881–1972). Anthology of Irish Verse. 1922.

By James Stephens

174. The Daisies

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.