To a Daisy
Slight as thou art, thou art enough to hide
   Like all created things, secrets from me,
   And stand a barrier to eternity.
And I, how can I praise thee well and wide
From where I dwell—upon the hither side?
   Thou little veil for so great mystery,
   When shall I penetrate all things and thee,
And then look back? For this I must abide,
Till thou shalt grow and fold and be unfurled
Literally between me and the world.
   Then I shall drink from in beneath a spring,
And from a poet’s side shall read his book.
   O daisy mine, what will it be to look
      From God’s side even of such a simple thing?

Webpage © 2001 ELC
Lane Core Jr. (
Created April 11, 2001; not revised.