O dandelion, rich and haughty,
King of village flowers!
Each day is coronation time,
You have no humble hours.
I like to see you bring a troop
To beat the blue-grass spears,
To scorn the lawn-mower that would be
Like fate's triumphant shears.
Your yellow heads are cut away,
It seems your reign is o'er.
By noon you raise a sea of stars
More golden than before.
The Dandelion
Vachel Lindsay
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Poem topics: away, fate, sea, time, blue, grass, raise, king, bring, humble, golden, yellow, Valentine's Day, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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