Here I stand on the edge of the spring Gazing over into summer, While between, The fields of petaled daisies Delay me on the scene. Can it be Their brilliant whites and yellows Flashing through the fields In little swells and billows To the boarder of the trees? A crusade of daisies! Little children bearing banners White and waving on the breeze. Perhaps it is their haughty air, So tall and fair, And set with white and yellow gems On slender stems. However, Spring advances into summer and they depart, But the fields of petaled daisies Still hold me in my heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAELICA: 100 by FULKE GREVILLE ALMS by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE MERMAID by ALFRED TENNYSON DUSK; TO MADEMOISELLE MARIE LAURENCIN by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE THE SCOTTISH CHRISTMAS by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN WATER TOWER AT WALDO by DAISY MARITA BISHOP |