"Hush, hush! Speak softly, Mother dear, <br />So that the daisies may not hear; <br />For when the stars begin to peep, <br />The pretty daisies go to sleep. <br /> <br />"See, Mother, round us on the lawn, <br />With soft white lashes closely drawn, <br />They've shut their eyes so golden-gay, <br />That looked up through the long, long day. <br /> <br />"But now they're tired of all the fun-- <br />Of bees and birds, of wind and sun <br />Playing their game at hide-and-seek;-- <br />Then very softly let us speak." <br /> <br />A myriad stars above the child <br />Looked down from heaven and sweetly smiled; <br />But not a star in all the skies <br />Beamed on him with his Mother's eyes. <br /> <br />She stroked his curly chestnut head, <br />And whispering very softly, said, <br />"I'd quite forgotten they might hear; <br />Thank you for that reminder, dear.<br /><br />Mathilde Blind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-child-s-fancy/
