Ann Taylor (Энн Тейлор)

The Field Daisy

I'm a pretty little thing,
Always coming with the spring;
In the meadows green I'm found,
Peeping just above the ground,
And my stalk is cover'd flat
With a white and yellow hat.

Little Mary, when you pass
Lightly o'er the tender grass,
Skip about, but do not tread
On my bright but lowly head,
For I always seem to say,
"Surely winter's gone away."

Ann Taylor’s other poems:

  1. The Little Negro
  2. Deaf Martha
  3. Learning To Go Alone
  4. Little Girls Must Not Fret
  5. Meddlesome Matty

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