The poem
I looked down on a daisied lawn To where a host of tiny eyes Of snow and gold from velvet shone And made me think of starry skies.
I looked up to the vasty night Where stars were very small indeed, And in their galaxy of light They made me think of daised mead.
I took a daisy in my hold; Its snowy rays were tipped with rose, And with its tiny boss of gold I thought--how like a star it glows!
I dreamt I plucked from Heaven's field A star and held it in my hand. Said I: "The might of God I wield, The Great and Small I understand."
For when the All is said and done, In Time and Space I seem to see A daisy equal to a sun, Between heart-beats--Eternity