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I have been wandering where the daisies grow, / Great fields of tall, white daisies, and I saw / Them bend reluctantly, and seem to draw / Away in pride when the fresh breeze would blow / From timothy and yellow buttercup, / So by their fearless beauty lifted up.
Yet must they bend at the strong breeze's will, / Bright, flawless things, whether in wrath he sweep / Or, as oftimes, in mood caressing, creep / Over the meadows and adown the hill. / So Love in sport or truth, as Fates allow, / Blows over proud young hearts, and bids them bow.