thebeatlesphan's Blog

I lift my heart as a spring lifts up A yellow daisy to the rain; My heart will be a lovely cup Altho' it holds but pain. For I shall learn from flower and leaf That color every drop they hold, To change the lifeless wine of grief To living gold. Poe...

I picked the daisy and did say Does he love me in any way? He loves me, he loves me not This will put him on the spot. A childish way to find true love A daisy is a flower from above So simple, its pedals of white That seem to dance in the light. D...

Poet: Annette Wynne Daisies standing in the rain, Hold their heads together, But they never once complain Of the drenching weather. Daisies know the sun will dry All their dripping laces; They're far too wise to frown and sigh And spoil their dainty...

Poet: Lucy Larcom Disk of bronze and ray of gold Glimmering through the meadow grasses, Burn less proudly! for behold, Down the field my princess passes. Hardly should I hold you fair — Golden, gay, midsummer daisies, But for her, the maiden rare. W...