Poems about daisy

steady my soul, what issues turn it, a little full in the face this is a blossom of the brain a difference a daisy can the dumb define the divine? foot of the bold did least attempt it where it used to be an awe if it should be like that there is another the bobolink was there life is what we make of it so you could see what moved them so when i have lost, you'll know by this

i fear a silent man she stopped a traveller's privilege for rest yet there is a science more but just a daisy deep alas, that wisdom is so large we two looked so alike those looked that lived that day - the face i carry with me last the first day that i was a life

that "god have mercy" on the soul "sweet" said he "my own surrender no notice gave she, but a change and any one i knew as should a face supposed the grave's than an earl's distinguished face yet is she more convincing a heaven not so large as yours, but just a daisy deep a tongue to tell him i am true! that you never do it