Daisies

and a poem by Gertrude Jane Codd

Dream of Donegal

I can see the little cottage by the sea, by the sea,
And the peat fire burning brightly, and the kettle there for tea,
With spinning-wheel a-whirring by the window toward the lea:
My father's mother's mother is spinning a dress for me.

There's a fishing boat a-landing down below, down below,
Oh, let the salt surf battle and let the wind blow! -
There's a strong arm on the rudder, and the nets are all in tow:
I can see my father's father, and his face is in a glow.

There's a little lad a-dreaming by the mill, by the mill,
And he sees the fairies dancing in the misty, twilight chill;
There's a vesper bell a-tinkling from the ruin on the hill:
Oh, father, be a boy again, and not so cold and still!