By Carrie W. Bronson
Good Housekeeping, June 26, 1886.
Pale little lassie out among the daisies
Why are you so lonely this golden afternoon?
All your little comrades laugh and sport together;
Come then and be merry, child, for it is June.
"Ah, I love the daisies! they are my little sisters,
Sometimes in the meadow they keep me all the day.
Happily we dream and wander in the sunshine;
There were never playmates as beautiful as they.
When I bend my head down close and close above them,
Where the listening breezes cannot catch a word,
Pretty things they tell me, all the meadow secrets,
In the softest voices that were ever heard.
You could never guess the odd, sweet things they teach me,
How the laughing song came to the bobolink;
Why the sunshine tries so hard to catch the shadows;
What the raindrops whisper, and the grasses think.
Always when I'm sad I come to them for comfort;
For they understand,—the daisies are so wise,--
You should see them hold their faces up to kiss me,
Softly touch my hand, and look into my eyes.
Sometimes at my work I think I hear them calling,
"Daisy, sister Daisy, come out, we want you, dear!"
How they laugh to see me, all across the meadow,
As I haste to answer, "Darlings, I am here!"
Lassie, little lassie, your brain is full of fancies,
Let the flowers make playmates of the wind and sun,
Human friends are sweeter than the fickle daisies;
They will go and leave you when the summer's done.
But the lassie answers, "From their dainty snow-beds
I can hear their voices in winter just the same,
In my dreams I wander with my meadow-sisters,
Ah, 'tis well they called me by the daisy's name."
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