IN THE scented bud of the morning—O,
When the windy grass went rippling far,
I saw my dear one walking slow,
In the field where the daisies are.
We did not laugh and we did not speak
As we wandered happily to and fro;
I kissed my dear on either cheek,
In the bud of the morning—O.
A lark sang up from the breezy land,
A lark sang down from a cloud afar,
And she and I went hand in hand
In the field where the daisies are.
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This is beautiful. The rhythm, rhyme, and flow are flawless. So very well worth the read!
Sincerely,
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~ Janet ~ ~
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this poem has a freshness about it. it is romantic and sweet. i really like it.
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Beautiful, isn't it? Morning fresh, the love in this poem, the grass rippling in the wind, the daisies dancing, and the lark singing up from the land and down from the cloud. There is a sparkling quality to this tender love poem.
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Beautiful. You're almost there. I'm a huge fan of true poets of old. You have embraced it well. Again, you're almost there!
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I love the musical lilt this poem has when read aloud. Not found often enough in modern writes.
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just beautiful. i love it
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