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POEMS.
Ah, foolish heart, which waits and grieves
Under the daisy's mocking spell!
Under the daisy's mocking spell!
But summer departed, and came again.
The daisies whitened every hill;
Her heart had lost its last year's pain,
Her heart of love had had its fill,
And held love's secrets at its will.
The daisies stood untouched and still,
No message in that snowy rain
To one whose heart had had its fill!
The daisies whitened every hill;
Her heart had lost its last year's pain,
Her heart of love had had its fill,
And held love's secrets at its will.
The daisies stood untouched and still,
No message in that snowy rain
To one whose heart had had its fill!
So never the daisy's sweet sign deceives,
Though no two will one story tell;
The glad heart sees the daisy leaves,
But thinks not of their hidden spell,
Heeds not which lingered and which fell.
"He loves me; yes, he loves me well."
Ah, happy heart which sees, believes!
This is the daisy's secret spell!
Though no two will one story tell;
The glad heart sees the daisy leaves,
But thinks not of their hidden spell,
Heeds not which lingered and which fell.
"He loves me; yes, he loves me well."
Ah, happy heart which sees, believes!
This is the daisy's secret spell!
VINTAGE.
EFORE the time of grapes,While they altered in the sun,
And out of the time of grapes,
When vintage songs were done,—
From secret southern spot,
Whose warmth not a mortal knew;
From shades which the sun forgot,
Or could not struggle through,—
Whose warmth not a mortal knew;
From shades which the sun forgot,
Or could not struggle through,—
