Silent daisies out of reach, 
Maidens of the starry grass, 
Gazing on me as I pass 
With a look too wise for speech, 
Teach me resignation,--teach 
Patience to the barren clod, 
As, above your happier sod, 
Bending to the wind's caress, 
You--unplucked, alas!--no less 
Sweetly manifest the god.