Emily Dickinson

The Daisy Follows Soft The Sun

poem 106

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!

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