73 DAISY. 



To gather kingcups in the yellow mead, 

 And prank their hair with daisies. 



COWPER. 



The daisy scatter'd on each mead and down, 

 A golden tufl within a silver crown; 

 Fair fall that dainty flower! and may there be 

 No shepherd graced that doth not honour thee! 



W. BROWNE. 



For scarcely on Devonia's genial sky 

 The faithful daisy shuts her watchful eye! 



CARRINGTON. 



TO A DAISY, BLOOMING IN THE DEPTH OF WINTER. 



MILLHOUSE. 



Too forward Beauty ! was it wisely done, 



Thus premature to throw thy virgin charms 



Into decrepit January's arms? 

 A tardy wooer he; for, lo! his sun 



With grudging aspect gives a feeble ray. 

 Soon will the circle of thy joys be run ; 

 Thy spring shall finish ere 'tis well begun. 



Nor ever greet the nuptial tribes of May. 



E'en while thou dost unfold thy bosom gay, 

 I hear the tempest muttering in the north; 

 The breezes, keener-edged, are coming forth ; 



And how shalt thou withstand the icy fray? 

 Sweet floret I while thy fate I thus bemoan. 

 Gloomy anticipation paints my own. 



