Flower shadow - at least there are tulips for me. Throughout his life Robert Graves issued a number of editions of his collected poems; weeding out anything he considered unworthy, including only what he thought best. This is one that didn't make it. The rest of us can only marvel at his craft and be grateful for the tulips. 

Double Red Daisies By Robert Graves

Double red daisies, they’re my flowers,

Which nobody else may grow. 

In a big quarrelsome house like ours 

They try it sometimes—but no, 

I root them up because they’re my flowers,

Which nobody else may grow.

Claire has a tea-rose, but she didn’t plant it; 

Ben has an iris, but I don’t want it. 

Daisies, double red daisies for me, 

The beautifulest flowers in the garden.

Double red daisy, that’s my mark: 

I paint it in all my books! 

It’s carved high up on the beech-tree bark, 

How neat and lovely it looks! 

So don’t forget that it’s my trade mark;

Don’t copy it in your books.

Claire has a tea-rose, but she didn’t plant it; 

Ben has an iris, but I don’t want it. 

Daisies, double red daisies for me, 

The beautifulest flowers in the garden.