Classic Poem

Gay little Dandelion
— Lights up the meads,
Swings on her slender foot,
— Telleth her beads,
Lists to the robin's note
— Poured from above;
Wise little Dandelion
— Asks not for love.

Cold lie the daisy banks
— Clothed but in green,
Where, in the days agone,
— Bright hues were seen.
Wild pinks are slumbering,
— Violets delay;
True little Dandelion
— Greeteth the May.

Brave little Dandelion!
— Fast falls the snow,
Bending the daffodil's
— Haughty head low.
Under that fleecy tent,
— Careless of cold,
Blithe little Dandelion
— Counteth her gold.

Meek little Dandelion
— Groweth more fair,
Till dies the amber dew
— Out from her hair.
High rides the thirsty sun,
— Fiercely and high;
Faint little Dandelion
— Closeth her eye.

Pale little Dandelion,
— In her white shroud,
Heareth the angel-breeze
— Call from the cloud;
Tiny plumes fluttering
— Make no delay;
Little winged Dandelion
— Soareth away.