OH, dear little daisy, come whisper me softly, And tell me a secret I'm longing to know. His name will lie hid in your golden heart ever; Oh, say does he love me, and whisper it low. Faint heart, you are throbbing, and, cheeks, you are paling, -- One after another the white petals fall. Oh, birds, cease your singing, and, sun, hide your shining, For the daisy has said that he loves not at all. Tears do not fall: there is somebody coming, Somebody's footstep is here at my side; Somebody holds me quite close to his bosom, And whispers, "My darling, the daisy has lied." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWENTY-FOUR HOKKU ON A MODERN THEME by AMY LOWELL THE SUICIDE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SURFACES AND MASKS; 3 by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: AT FAIRBANKS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: AT NICE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: PAULINE BARRETT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DILIGENCE IS TO MAGIC AS PROGRESS IS TO FLIGHT by MARIANNE MOORE |