The tiny daisies are <br />Not anything <br />Less dear than the great star <br />Riding in the west afar <br />To their Mistress Spring. <br /> <br />Jupiter, the Pleiades <br />To her equal <br />With celandine and cress, <br />Stone-crop, freckled pagles <br />And birdseye small. <br /> <br />Since in her heart of love <br />No rank is there, <br />Nor degree aught, hers is <br />The most willing service <br />And free of care. <br /> <br />Violets, stars, birds <br />Wait on her smile, all <br />Too soon shall August come <br />Sheaves, fruit, be carried home, <br />And the leaves fall.<br /><br />Ivor Gurney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/equal-mistress/
