Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1873 edition. Excerpt: ... gathering blackberries. Little Daisy smiling wakes From her sleep as morning breaks, "Why, she knoweth well; Tet if you should ask her, surely She would answer you demurely, That she cannot tell. Careful Daisy, with no sound, Slips her white feet to the ground, Saying, very low, She must rise and help her mother, And be ready, if her brother Needs her aid, to go! Foolish Daisy, o'er her lips Only that poor falsehood slips, Truth is in her cheeks; Her own words cannot deceive her, Her own heart will not believe her, In a blush it speaks. Daisy knows that, when the heat Dries the dew upon the wheat, She will be away; gathering blackberries. 103 She and Ernest, just another Who, she says, is like a brother, Making holiday. For the blackberries to-day Will be ripe, the reapers say, Ripe as they can be; And not wholly for the pleasure, But lest others find the treasure, She must go and see. Eager Daisy, at the gate Meeting Ernest, scarce can wait, But she checks her heart; And she says, her soft eyes beaming With an innocent, grave seeming; "Is it time to start?" Cunning Daisy tries to go Very womanly and slow, And to act so well That, if any one had seen them, With the dusty road between them, What was there to tell? Happy Daisy, when they gain The green windings of the lane, Where the hedge is thick; For they find, beneath its shadow, 104 gathering blackberries. Wild sweet roses in the meadow, More than they can pick. Bending low, and rising higher, Scarlet pinks their lamps of fire Lightly swing about; And the wind that blows them over Out of sight among the clover, Seems to blow them out! Doubting Daisy, as she hies Toward the field of berries, cries: "What if they be red?" Black and ripe they find them rather, Black and ripe enough to...
