Poem by John Keats

Daisy's Song

Extracts from an Opera. II.

The sun, with his great eye,
Sees not so much as I;
And the moon, all silver-proud,
Might as well be in a cloud.

And O the spring—the spring!
I lead the life of a King!
Couch'd in the teeming grass,
I spy each pretty lass.

I look where no one dares,
And I stare where no one stares,
And when the night is nigh,
Lambs bleat my lullaby. 

1. Oh, I Am Frighten'd with Most Hateful Thoughts!
2. Acrostic: Georgiana Augusta Keats
3. O! Were I One of the Olympian Twelve
4. Folly's Song
5. Song Written on a Blank Page in Beaumont and Fletcher's Works between 'Cupid's Revenge' and 'The Two Noble Kinsmen'

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