The sky was blue, so blue,
that day, And each daisy white, so white;
Oh! I knew that no more could
rains fall gray, And night again
be night.
I knew! I knew! Well, if night is night,
And the gray skies grayly cry,
I have in a book, for the candle light,
A daisy, dead and dry
Written by Angelina W. Grimke (1880-1958)
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