The dandelion disks of gold
Like mimic suns the greensward dot,
In woods beyond the meadow-lot
The violet's shy blue eyes unfold.
Bid blithe farewell to winter's cold
And troop to field from hall or cot
The dandelions disks of gold
Like mimic suns the greensward dot.
I'm jealous, sweet, lest you should hold
The primrose dearer!--Ah, be not
In English primrose time forgot
Our own gold-daisy, brave and bold,
The dandelion--whose disks of gold
Like mimic suns the greensward dot!
