Here the scanted daisy glows <br />Glorious as the carmined rose; <br />Here the hill-top's verdure mean <br />Fair is with unfading green; <br />Here, where sorrow still must tread, <br />All her graves are garlanded. <br /> <br />And still, O glad passer-by <br />Of the fields of agony, <br />Lower laughter's voice, and bare <br />Thy head in the valley where <br />Poppies bright and rustling wheat <br />Are a desert to love's feet.<br /><br />Elizabeth Daryush<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flanders-fields/
