Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
So has a Daisy vanished
From the fields today -
So tiptoed many a slipper
To Paradise away -
Oozed so, in crimson bubbles
Day's departing tide -
Blooming - tripping - flowing -
Are ye then with God
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So has a Daisy vanished
From the fields today -
So tiptoed many a slipper
To Paradise away -
Oozed so, in crimson bubbles
Day's departing tide -
Blooming - tripping - flowing -
Are ye then with God
Morns like these - we parted -
Noons like these - she rose -
Fluttering first - then firmer
To her fair repose.
Never did she lisp it -
It was not for me -
She - was mute from transport -
I - from agony -
Till - the evening nearing
One the curtains drew -
Quick! A sharper rustling!
And this linnet flew
It's all I have to bring today -
This, and my heart beside -
This, and my heart, and all the fields -
And all the meadows wide -
Be sure you count - sh'd I forget
Some one the sum could tell -
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.
When I count the seeds
That are sown beneath -
To bloom so, bye and bye -
When I con the people
Lain so low -
To be received as high -
When I believe the garden
Mortal shall not see -
Pick by faith it's blossom
And avoid it's Bee,
I can spare this summer - unreluctantly.
It did not surprise me -
So I said - or thought -
She will stir her pinions
And the nest forgot,
Traverse broader forests -
Build in gayer boughs,
Breathe in Ear more modern
God's old fashioned vows -
This was but a Birdling -
What and if it be
One within my bosom
Had departed me?
This was but a story -
What and if indeed
There were just such coffin
In the heart - instead.
By such and such an offering
To Mr So and So -
The web of live woven -
So martyrs albums show.
Before the ice is in the pools -
Before the skaters go,
Or any cheek at nightfall
Is tarnished by the snow -
Before the fields have finished -
Before the Christmas tree,
Wonder upon wonder
Will arrive to me!
What we touch the hems of
On a summer's day -
What is only walking
Just a bridge away -
That which sings so - speaks so -
When there's no one here -
Will the frock I wept in
Answer me to wear?
I counted till they danced so
Their slippers leaped the town -
And then I took a pencil
To note the rebels down -
And then they grew so jolly
I did resign the prig -
And ten of my once stately toes
Are marshalled for a jig!
Nobody knows this little Rose -
It might a pilgrim be
Did I not take it from the ways
And lift it up to thee.
Only a Bee will miss it -
Only a Butterfly,
Hastening from far journey -
On it's breast to lie -
Only a Bird will wonder -
Only a Breeze will sigh -
Ah Little Rose - how easy
For such as thee to die!
Garlands for Queens, may be -
Laurels - for rare degree
Of soul or sword -
Ah - but remembering me -
Ah - but remembering thee -
Nature in chivalry -
Nature in charity -
Nature in equity -
This Rose ordained!