261. To a Daisy

SLIGHT as thou art, thou art enough to hide,

Like all created things, secrets from me,

And stand a barrier to eternity.

And I, how can I praise thee well and wide

From where I dwell—upon the hither side?

Thou little veil for so great mystery,

When shall I penetrate all things and thee,

And then look back? For this I must abide,

Till thou shalt grow and fold and be unfurled

Literally between me and the world.

Then shall I drink from in beneath a spring,

And from a poet’s side shall read his book.

O daisy mine, what will it be to look

From God’s side even of such a simple thing?