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,