The Daisy follows soft the Sun — And when his golden walk is done — Sits shyly at his feet — He — waking — finds the flower there — Wherefore — Marau… - Emily Dickinson

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The Daisy follows soft the Sun — And when his golden walk is done — Sits shyly at his feet — He — waking — finds the flower there — 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!
Enamored of the parting West — The peace — the flight — the Amethyst — Night's possibility!