John Gray - Poem lyrics

Geranium, houseleek, laid in oblong beds On the trim gra**. The daisies' leprous stain Is fresh. Each night the daisies burst again, Though every day the gardener crops their heads. A wistful child, in foul unwholesome shreds, Recalls some legend of a daisy chain That makes a pretty necklace. She would fain Make one, and wear it, if she had some threads. Sun, leprous flowers, foul child. The asphalt burns. The garrulous sparrows perch on metal Burns. Sing! Sing! they say, and flutter with their wings. He does not sing, he only wonders why He is sitting there. The sparrows sing. And I Yield to the strait allure of simple things.