Not worlds on worlds, in phalanx deep, — Daisies

"That of all the floures in the mede, Thanne love I most these floures white and rede, Suche as men callen daysyes in her toune."

"Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune I saw the white daisies go down to the sea, A host in the sunshine, an army in June, The people God sends us to set our heart free."

"The daisys for simplicity and unaffected air."

"And a breastplate made of daisies, Closely fitting, leaf on leaf, Periwinkles interlaced Drawn for belt about the waist; While the brown bees, humming praises, Shot their arrows round the chief."

"Kathleen Kelly: Theyre so friendly. Dont you think daisies are the friendliest flower?"

"Even thou who mournst the daisys fate, That fate is thine—no distant date; Stern Ruins ploughshare drives, elate, Full on thy bloom, Till crushed beneath the furrows weight Shall be thy doom!"