A Poem for a Thursday #328

Marjorie Pickthall was born in England in 1883. She lived there until her family moved to Toronto when she was six. Pickthall started to write poems and short stories as a child and sold her first story to the Toronto Globe when she was fifteen. She went on to publish a number of melodramatic adventure novels, and a volume of poetry was published after her death. She died at the age of thirty-eight. Her poems are currently viewed as gentle, refined, and dated. I did enjoy this poem about daisies. It does come across as very old-fashioned but I am fine with that.

See, the grass is full of stars,
Fallen in their brightness;
Hearts they have of shining gold,
Rays of shining whiteness.

Buttercups have honeyed hearts,
Bees they love the clover,
But I love the daisies' dance
All the meadow over.

Blow, O blow, you happy winds,
Singing summer's praises,
Up the field and down the field
A-dancing with the daisies.

Daisy Time
Marjorie Pickthall