teenage phantasies

THE DAISY FOLLOWS SOFT THE SUN
by: Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

HE daisy follows soft the sun,

And when his golden walk is done,

Sits shyly at his feet.

He, waking, finds the flower near.

"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,--

Enamoured of the parting west,

The peace, the flight, the amethyst,

Night's possibility!




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This is no daisy, I know but neither am I.

Her bloom is velvet and her limbs made of artificial plastic.

Seemed she still reached for the light regardless.