Daisy's Song
I
The
sun,
with
his
great
eye,
Sees
not
so
much
as
I;
And
the
moon,
all
silver-proud,
Might
as
well
be
in
a
cloud.
II
And
O
the
spring-
the
spring
I
lead
the
life
of
a
king!
Couch'd
in
the
teeming
grass,
I
spy
each
pretty
lass.
III
I
look
where
no
one
dares,
And
I
stare
where
no
one
stares,
And
when
the
night
is
nigh,
