爱尔兰诗人詹姆斯蒂芬斯的一首诗叫”雏菊”

In the scented bud of the morning--O
When the windy grass went rippling far
I saw my dear one walking slow
In the fields where the daisies are

We did not laugh and we did not speak
As we wandered happily to and fro
I kissed my dear on either cheek
In the bud of the morning--O

A lark sang up from the breezy land
A lark sang down from a clond afar
And she and I went hand in hand
In the field where the daisies are