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name which they likewise apply to the dandelion, hawk- 

 weed, &c.: 



t{ The opening gowan, wet with dew." 



Wordsworth, with a true poet's delight in the simplest 

 beauties of nature, has addressed several little poems to 

 the Daisy : 



" 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, 

 And gladly Nature's love partake 



Of thee, sweet daisy! 



" When soothed awhile by milder airs, 

 Thee Winter in the garland wears 

 That thinly shades his few grey hairs ; 



Spring cannot shun thee; 

 Whole summer fields are thine by right ; 

 And Autumn, melancholy wight, 

 Doth in thy crimson head delight 



When rains are on thee. 



" In shoals and bands, a morrice train, 

 Thou greet'st the traveller in the lane ; 

 If welcomed once, thou count'st it gain ; 



Thou art not daunted, 

 Nor carest if thou be set at nought : 

 And oft alone in nooks remote 

 We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, 



When such are wanted. 



" Be violets in their secret mews 

 The flowers the wanton Zephyrs choose ; 

 Proud be the rose, with rains and dews 



Her head impearling ; 

 Thou liv'st with less ambitious aim, 

 Yet hast not gone without thy fame ; 

 Thou art indeed by many a claim 



The poet's darling. 



