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; As she and I went, hand in hand, In the field where the daisies are. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HATRED by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT THE PETRIFIED FERN by MARY LYDIA BOLLES BRANCH THE INQUEST by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES AFTER THE WINTER by CLAUDE MCKAY SONNET ON CATHERINE WORDSWORTH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE MOUNTAIN TOMB: 1. TO A CHILD DANCING IN THE WIND by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |