SILENT VOICES.I.DAISIES.
Hosts of little daisies whiteStand among the grasses,Greeting with a girlish graceEvery breeze that passes.Quaint white caps and golden hair,Tresses green and slender;With my heart I heard them saySomething very tender—Saying something to the grass,Very sweet and tender.
Hosts of little daisies whiteStand among the grasses,Greeting with a girlish graceEvery breeze that passes.Quaint white caps and golden hair,Tresses green and slender;With my heart I heard them saySomething very tender—Saying something to the grass,Very sweet and tender.
Hosts of little daisies whiteStand among the grasses,Greeting with a girlish graceEvery breeze that passes.Quaint white caps and golden hair,Tresses green and slender;With my heart I heard them saySomething very tender—Saying something to the grass,Very sweet and tender.
Hosts of little daisies white
Stand among the grasses,
Greeting with a girlish grace
Every breeze that passes.
Quaint white caps and golden hair,
Tresses green and slender;
With my heart I heard them say
Something very tender—
Saying something to the grass,
Very sweet and tender.