the grass is full of stars

[inspired by linda's post today...]

DAISY TIME
from Little Songs: A Book of Poems (1925)
Marjorie L. C. Pickthall (1883-1922)

See, the grass is full of stars,
Fallen in their brightness;
Hearts they have of shining gold,
Rays of shining whiteness.

Buttercups have honeyed hearts,
Bees they love the clover,
But I love the daisies' dance
All the meadow over.

Blow, O blow, you happy winds,
Singing summer's praises,
Up the field and down the field
A-dancing with the daisies.