See, the grass is full of stars, Fallen in their brightness; Hearts they have of shining gold, Rays of shining whiteness.
Buttercups have honeyed hearts, Bees they love the clover, But I love the daisies’ dance All the meadow over.
Blow, O blow, you happy winds, Singing summer’s praises, Up the field and down the field A-dancing with the daisies.
- Marjorie Pickthall
This lilting tribute to daisies and summer has a melody line propelled through various meter changes and supported by a “dancing” piano accompaniment. A joy to sing and perform!
