Buttercups

He likes the poor things of the world the best,It pleases him to stoop for buttercups.

— Buttercups

Light gatherer. You fell from a staryou squeal at and fly in.

— Buttercups

The royal kingcup boldDares not don his coat of gold.

— Buttercups

All will be gay when noontide wakes anewThe buttercups, the little children's dower.

— Buttercups

The buttercups, bright-eyed and bold,To catch the sunshine and the dew.

— Buttercups

Fair is the kingcup that in meadow blows,Fair is the daisy that beside her grows.

— Buttercups

Against her ankles as she trodThe lucky buttercups did nod.

— Buttercups

And O the buttercups! that fieldAmong the green!

— Buttercups

The buttercups across the fieldMade sunshine rifts of splendor.

— Buttercups

When buttercups are blossoming,Blanche and I, ere youth had sped.

— Buttercups