With dandelions the meadows are aglow,
Just slightly swaying with a sturdy grace
Whene’er ‘mongst them the wanton zephyrs chase.
They laugh and smile within the glad sunlight;
Or seem to laugh, and almost look as though,
At the last close of the soft summer night,
Each little star, within the depths of blue
Above, had on a sudden left its place,
And fallen like a gleaming jewel bright,
Until it reached the meadows far below,
Bathed in a fairy flood of dripping dew,
And here each twinkling star had made a bed ;
So on this morn, within the grass so green,
In every place peeps out a starry head,
While not a single star in heaven is seen.
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Poems by Gertrude Alger (1890)
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