Glowing is her Bonnet,
Glowing is her Cheek,
Glowing is her Kirtle,
Yet she cannot speak.
Better as the Daisy
From the Summer hill
Vanish unrecorded
Save by tearful rill -
Save by loving sunrise
Looking for her face.
Save by feet unnumbered
Pausing at the place.
c.1859 |
1914 |