Daisy Time

   See, the grass is full of stars,
   Fallen in their brightness;
   Hearts they have of shining gold,
   Rays of shining whiteness.
   Buttercups have honeyed hearts,
   Bees they love the clover,
   But I love the daisies' dance
   All the meadow over.
   Blow, O blow, you happy winds,
  Singing summer's praises,
  Up the field and down the field
  A-dancing with the daisies.