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The Daisy follows soft the Sun -- And when his golden walk is done -- Sits shyly at his feet -- He -- waking -- finds the flower there -- Wherefore -- Marauder -- art thou here? Because, Sir, love is sweet! We are the Flower -- Thou the Sun! Forgive us, if as days decline -- We nearer steal to Thee! Enamored of the parting West -- The peace -- the flight -- the Amethyst -- Nights possibility! | 
