Daisy’s Song

John Keats (1795–1821) · Life, Letters, and Literary Remains, of John Keats · Extracts from an Opera · 1848

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.

Where this text comes from

First published in Life, Letters, and Literary Remains, of John Keats (1848). First located printing is this volume; an earlier periodical printing has not been established. [1] [2]

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Cite this poem

John Keats (1795–1821). “Daisy’s Song.” First published in Life, Letters, and Literary Remains, of John Keats (1848). Text: Poem Index, https://poemindex.org/john-keats/daisys-song/. Append #L14 to cite line 14, or #L4-L9 for lines 4–9.

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