TO THE DAISY

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Composed 1802.--Published 1807


"Her [A] divine skill taught me this,


That from every thing I saw

I could some instruction draw,


And raise pleasure to the height


Through the meanest object's sight.


By the murmur of a spring,


Or the least bough's rustelling;


By a Daisy whose leaves spread


Shut when Titan goes to bed;


Or a shady bush or tree;


She could more infuse in me


Than all Nature's beauties can


In some other wiser man."


G. WITHER. [1]


[Composed in the orchard, Town-end, Grasmere.--I. F.]


One of the "Poems of the Fancy."--Ed.


In youth from rock to rock I went,


From hill to hill in discontent


Of pleasure high and turbulent,


Most pleased when most uneasy;


But now my own delights I make,--


My thirst at every rill can slake, [2]


And gladly Nature's love partake,


Of Thee, sweet Daisy! [3]


Thee Winter in the garland wears


That thinly decks his few grey hairs;


Spring parts the clouds with softest airs,


That she may sun thee; [4]


Whole Summer-fields are thine by right;


And Autumn, melancholy Wight!


Doth in thy crimson head delight

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