THE SIGN OF THE DAISY. ALL summer she scattered the daisy leaves; 'He loves me not,'' he loves me well,' Ah, foolish heart, which waits and grieves Under the daisy's mocking spell! But summer departed, and came again. And held love's secrets at its will. The daisies stood untouched and still, No message in that snowy rain. To one whose heart had had its fill! THE SIGN OF THE DAISY. So never the daisy's sweet sign deceives, But thinks not of their hidden spell, This is the daisy's secret spell! -H. H. LOVE'S RÉSUMÉ. THE Sun, the Rose, the Lily, the Dove,- I love them no longer, but her alone, Is Rose, and Lily, and Sun, and Dove! -Heine. Translated by James Freeman Clarke. BUTTERCUPS AND DAISIES. I NEVER see a young hand hold But something warm and fresh will start I feel a struggling in the eye, Through memory's chequered mazes Tell me, ye men of wisdom rare, 57 |