Poems (Linn)/Buttercup and Daisy

by Edith Willis Linn

BUTTERCUP AND DAISY.

THE Daisy wooed the Buttercup,
  Long, long ago;
And now he wears her colors gay
  Upon his shield of snow.
True to her love the Daisy is
  Wherever he may go.

Fair Buttercup, a royal maid
  Of high degree,
Lived with her father, lord of all
  The lovely broad countrie
That reaches from the mountain top
  Of Nowhere to the sea.

Now Daisy was of lowly birth
  But strong and fair,
And bolder knight there never lived
  All noble deeds to dare;
He wooed and won the royal maid
  Ere the father was aware,

And when the old king found it out
  An oath he swore,
That if his daughter loved the knight
  She was his child no more,
And with her low-born lover might
  Go from the castle door.

Sweet Buttercup was true of heart
  And loved so well,
She rather chose to rove with him
  Than as a princess dwell;
And so she followed where he led
  Through field, and wood and dell.

And that is why in summer-time,
  Hand locked in hand,
They wander through our road-side fields
  And o'er our pasture-land,
Telling their tale of love and trust
  To all who understand.