The Daisy follows soft the Sun��
And when his golden walk is done��
Sits shyly at his feet��
He��waking��finds the flower there��
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!
Enamored of the parting West��
The peace��the flight��the Amethyst��
Night's possibility!