Was looking at me, smiling downTo see my little slumber-gown.
O fair the meadow was to see!The blossoms laughed and spoke to me:And drops like pearls in every placeWere hanging on the spider's lace;And little rainbows everywhereWere dancing in the golden air;And bees, and yellow butterflies,And beetles, brown and big and wise,Went buzzing, flying all about,And busy ants ran in and out,And songs were in the deep-blue sky,—I could not see, they flew so high.
But all about these things I know,Because the daisies whispered low,And told me all they knew—much moreThan I had ever dreamed before.
And broad and white across the dayBefore me ran the Shining Way.
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