Memento for some docile heart; That may respect the good old Age When Fancy was Truth's willing Page; And Truth would skim the flowery glade, Though entering but as Fancy's Shade. XIV. TO THE DAISY. WITH little here to do or see Of things that in the great world be, Thou unassuming Common-place Oft on the dappled turf at ease Loose types of Things through all degrees, And many a fond and idle name I give to thee, for praise or blame, As is the humour of the While I am gazing. game, A Nun demure, of lowly port; Or sprightly Maiden, of Love's Court, Of all temptations; A Queen in crown of rubies drest; Are all, as seems to suit thee best, A little Cyclops, with one eye That thought comes next. and instantly The freak is over, The shape will vanish, and behold That spreads itself, some Faery bold I see thee glittering from afar; In heaven above thee! ; Yet like a star, with glittering crest, May peace come never to his nest, Who shall reprove thee! Sweet Flower! for by that name at last, I call thee, and to that cleave fast, That breath'st with me in sun and air, My heart with gladness, and a share XV. TO THE SAME FLOWER. BRIGHT flower, whose home is every where! A Pilgrim bold in Nature's care, And oft, the long year through, the heir Of joy or sorrow, Methinks that there abides in thee Some concord with humanity, Given to no other Flower I see The forest thorough! And wherefore? Man is soon deprest; Or on his reason; But Thou would'st teach him how to find A shelter under every wind, A hope for times that are unkind And every season. |