Classic Poem

Fairies ! see, the burning star,
That our nightly sports doth mar,
Passes slow away;
Hous'd beneath his western porch,
Now his beams no longer scorch—
Hasten to your play;
The yellow moon will lend her torch
To every gentle fay.

Round about our green grass ring,
Fairy people dance, and sing
Many a quaint conceit;
Nothing wicked enters here,
Ghost or goblin comes not near,
In this cool retreat,
Where we chaunt with carol clear,
“The Daisy is so sweet.”

Daisy sweet! thy charms unfold,
Shew thy breast of burnish'd gold,
Set in rays of white;
Fear no peril, tender flow'r,
For, in this enchanted bow'r,
Many a fairy knight
Guards thy stem from influence sour,
And every harmful sprite.

Gather'd drops of precious dew,
On thy polish'd leaves we strew;
Then, with nimble feet,
As we wind the magic maze,
Evermore with simple phrase
Our lady flow'r we greet:
Join the chorus, sprightly fays!
“The Daisy is so sweet.”

Should some rude and careless tread
Rashly crush thy beauteous head,
Soon with frolic care,
Elfin ladies round thee walk,
Gently heal thy wounded stalk,
With their kisses rare,
And hum, amidst their merry talk,
“The Daisy is so fair.”

Daisy! Queen of Fairy courts,
Smile upon our moonlight sports;
So, whene'er we meet
At the waning hour of day,
We our vows of love will pay,
And for aye repeat,
The selfsame blithesome virelay,
“The Daisy is so sweet.”

Fairies ! see, the burning star,
That our nightly sports doth mar,
Passes slow away;
Hous'd beneath his western porch,
Now his beams no longer scorch—
Hasten to your play;
The yellow moon will lend her torch
To every gentle fay.

Round about our green grass ring,
Fairy people dance, and sing
Many a quaint conceit;
Nothing wicked enters here,
Ghost or goblin comes not near,
In this cool retreat,
Where we chaunt with carol clear,
“The Daisy is so sweet.”

Daisy sweet! thy charms unfold,
Shew thy breast of burnish'd gold,
Set in rays of white;
Fear no peril, tender flow'r,
For, in this enchanted bow'r,
Many a fairy knight
Guards thy stem from influence sour,
And every harmful sprite.

Gather'd drops of precious dew,
On thy polish'd leaves we strew;
Then, with nimble feet,
As we wind the magic maze,
Evermore with simple phrase
Our lady flow'r we greet:
Join the chorus, sprightly fays!
“The Daisy is so sweet.”

Should some rude and careless tread
Rashly crush thy beauteous head,
Soon with frolic care,
Elfin ladies round thee walk,
Gently heal thy wounded stalk,
With their kisses rare,
And hum, amidst their merry talk,
“The Daisy is so fair.”

Daisy! Queen of Fairy courts,
Smile upon our moonlight sports;
So, whene'er we meet
At the waning hour of day,
We our vows of love will pay,
And for aye repeat,
The selfsame blithesome virelay,
“The Daisy is so sweet.”