Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, — Daisies

"Not worlds on worlds, in phalanx deep, Need we to prove a God is here; The Daisy, fresh from Winters sleep, Tells of his hand in lines as clear."

"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."

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

"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."

"The daisys for simplicity and unaffected air."

"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."