Through the daisies in the sunlight
Peeps a maiden dressed in pure white.
Gently stroking grass and petals.
Patiently she waits and settles.
Hearing frogs, and birds, and crickets;
She now stands and runs the thickets.
Darting home, this blue-eyed rover
Grasping just a single clover.
Cherished, all of this in story.
All such maidens, nature's glory.
Damsel's deeds discounted duty.
Valued here, for this is beauty.
Greenwolfe 1962
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