Classic Poem

All among the green grass
The dandelions grow;
Yellow dandelions,
Pretty dandelions!
Let the babies pick them,
Toddling to and fro.
When I hear the children
Shouting in the grass,
When I see a dandelion,
Though but one it be,
All my days of manhood
Like a vision pass,
And my baby sweetheart
Plays again with me!

All among the tall grass
The dandelions nod;
Yellow dandelions,
Stately dandelions!
Let the children pick them,
Romping on the sod;
Roses of the poor folk,
Springing everywhere.
When a single dandelion
Now I chance to see,
Comes a dream of boyhood,
With its vision fair,
And my school-girl sweetheart
Laughs and kisses me!

All among the lush grass
The dandelions sway;
Fluffy dandelions,
Ghosts of dandelions!
Let the summer breezes
Blow them all away,
Like the joys that scatter
In our early years.
When I see a dandelion
Ghost upon the lea,
All my past arises,
And I think, with tears,
How my little sweetheart
Sleeps and dreams of me!