Friday, July 22, 2011
Poetry Friday -- Daisies
The daisy follows soft the sun
By Emily Dickinson
The daisy follows soft the sun,
And when his golden walk is done,
Sits shyly at his feet.
He, waking, finds the flower near.
"Wherefore, marauder, art thou here?"
"Because, sir, love is sweet!"
We are the flower, Thou the sun!
Forgive us, if as days decline,
We nearer steal to Thee, —
Enamoured of the parting west,
The peace, the flight, the amethyst,
Light and dark, day and night, love and rejection, summer and winter. And, ahh...Emily Dickinson...
Tabatha has the Poetry Friday roundup this week at The Opposite of Indifference.