Glowing is her Bonnet

Glowing is her Bonnet
Glowing is her Cheek,
Glowing is her Kirtle,
Yet she cannot speak.

Better as the Daisy
From the Summer hill
Vanish unrecorded
Save by tearful rill ―

Save by loving sunrise
Looking for her face.
Save by feet unnumbered
Pausing at the place.

Emily Dickinson

I have no idea other than a dandelion. The naïve flower is her favorite.

Glowing is her bonnet
Glowing is her cheek,
Glowing is her gown,
Yet she cannot speak.

Happier than the Daisy
From the summer hill
Vanish unremembered 
Save by tearful rill ―

Save by loving sunrise
Looking for her face.
Save by unnumbered feet
Resting at the place.