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Little Bud Dandelion
Hears from her nest
"Merry Heart, Starry Eyes,
Wake from your rest."
Wide ope the daisy lids
Robin's above,
Wise little Dandelion
Smiles at his love.
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.
—Helen Barron Bostwick.
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