Daisies

Daisies, does he love me?
Daisies, tell me true.
�Loves me * * * does not love me� * * *
That will never do!
Why, you know, you daisies,
Whatever you may say,
He stole that knot of riband
I wore the other day.

Daisies, one more trial;
Let your petals fall.
�Loves me * * * does not love me * * *
Loves me,� after all!
Thank you, darling daisies,
And if it ends that way
I�ll wear you in a garland
Upon my wedding day.

1878.

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