THE DAISY FOLLOWS SOFT THE SUN
- HE 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,
- Night's possibility!
- by: Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)