sometimes,for me daisy is a charming flower ,so this is a sweet poetry about daisy,only a little part. Written by Francis Thompson
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Oh, there were flowers in Storrington
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On the turf and on the spray;
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But the sweetest flower on Sussex hills
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Was the Daisy-flower that day!
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Her beauty smoothed earth's furrowed face.
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She gave me tokens three:—
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A look, a word of her winsome mouth,
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And a wild raspberry.
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A berry red, a guileless look,
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A still word,—strings of sand!
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And yet they made my wild, wild heart
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Fly down to her little hand.
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For standing artless as the air,
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And candid as the skies,
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She took the berries with her hand,
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And the love with her sweet eyes.
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The fairest things have fleetest end,
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Their scent survives their close:
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But the rose's scent is bitterness
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To him that loved the rose.
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