O Dandelion, yellow as gold, What do you all the day? I just wait here in the tall green grass Till the children come to play. O Dandelion, yellow as gold, What do you do all night? I wait and wait till the cool dew falls, And my hair grows long and white. And what do you do when your hair is white, And the children come to play? They take me in their dimpled hands, And blow all my hair away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE INFLATION OF THE CURRENCY, 1919 by ROBERT FROST THE SEVEN ARTS by ROBERT FROST ON A TUFT OF GRASS by EMMA LAZARUS CITIES OF THE PLAIN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: HENRY BAKER, AT NEW YORK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE NEW APOCRYPHA: THE FIG TREE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |