Among the harebells and the grass,
The grass all feathery with seed,
I dream, and I see the people pass:
They pay me little heed.
And yet the children (so I think)
In spite of other flowers more dear,
Would miss my clusters white and pink,
If I should disappear.
(The Yarrow has another name, Milfoil, which means
Thousand Leaf; because her leaves are all made up
of very many tiny little leaves.)