Daisy Dare, And Baby Power

an excerpt from: Daisy Dare. PART I. THRO' scented meadows, where do grazeThe meek-eyed kine on summer days,At early morn swept Daisy Dare,-Sparkling, graceful, passing fair. Sparkling as the dew-drops gleamingOn her path, or sunlight streamingThrough her tresses-graceful, fair,As naught on earth save Daisy Dare!Wondrous tresses! sunshine fadesMid floating curls and sumptuous braids,-A crown of light that glorifiesWhite brow and deep impassioned eyes.Full, perfect, tempting were her lips-The bee