Wind of Daisies

O my lovely wind,
shake the daisies and go.
Like you had once,
made youth's hair a flow.

Shake the daisies,
O old one never been old.
Straighten a back asleep,
of the plenty to be told.

Have you been weary,
for daisies smile no more?
Pardon the mood my wind,
time changed for us galore.

Whisper for me O my air,
oh how lively have you made.
When the core by thee,
danced like no daisy dared.

Come often O my only,
the daisies speak to me no more.
And once you see the pillar,
blow a pray for one, and no more.

Blow away but far not to wander,
O sweet one, above the daisies in mute.
For if you wander away O lovely,
for my grave, who shall give a salute?