FIELD FLOWERS 



sound. Call to mind the Easter Daisy, 

 the Violet, the Bluebell, the Poppy, or, 

 rather, Coquelicot the name is the 

 flower itself. How wonderful, for in- 

 stance, that sort of cry and crest of light 

 and joy, "Coquelicot!" to designate 

 the scarlet flower which the scientists 

 crush under this barbarous title, Papa- 

 ver rhoeas! See the Primrose, or, ra- 

 ther, the Cowslip, the Periwinkle, the 

 Anemone, the Wild Hyacinth, the blue 

 Speedwell, the Forget-me-not, the 

 Wild Bindweed, the Iris, the Harebell: 

 their name depi<5ts them by equivalents 

 and analogies which the greatest poets 

 but rarely light upon. It represents all 

 their ingenuous and visible soul. It hides 

 itself, it bends over, it rises to the ear 



