106 <br /> <br />The Daisy follows soft the Sun— <br />And when his golden walk is done— <br />Sits shyly at his feet— <br />He—waking—finds the flower there— <br />Wherefore—Marauder—art thou here? <br />Because, Sir, love is sweet! <br /> <br />We are the Flower—Thou the Sun! <br />Forgive us, if as days decline— <br />We nearer steal to Thee! <br />Enamored of the parting West— <br />The peace—the flight—the Amethyst— <br />Night's possibility!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-daisy-follows-soft-the-sun/
