Archibald Lampman

Three Flower Petals

What saw I yesterday walking apart
  In a leafy place where the cattle wait?
Something to keep for a charm in my heart--
  A little sweet girl in a garden gate.
Laughing she lay in the gold sun's might,
  And held for a target to shelter her,
In her little soft fingers, round and white,
  The gold-rimmed face of a sunflower.

Laughing she lay on the stone that stands
  For a rough-hewn step in that sunny place,
And her yellow hair hung down to her hands,
  Shadowing over her dimpled face.
Her eyes like the blue of the sky, made dim
  With the might of the sun that looked at her,
Shone laughing over the serried rim,
  Golden set, of the sunflower.

Laughing, for token she gave to me
  Three petals out of the sunflower;--
When the petals are withered and gone, shall be
  Three verses of mine for praise of her,
That a tender dream of her face may rise
  And lighten me yet in another hour,
Of her sunny hair and her beautiful eyes,
  Laughing over the gold sunflower.