A'NSIES, lilies, king-cups, daisies 
Let them live upon their praises ; 
Long as there’s a sun that sets, 
Primroses will have their glory •' 
Long as there are violets. 
They will have a place in story : 
There’s a flower that shall be mine, 
’Tis the little Celandine. 
Comfort have thou of thy merit, 
Kindly unassuming spirit! 
Careless of thy neighbourhood, 
Thou dost show thy pleasant face, 
On the moor, and in the wood, 
In the lane,—there’s not a place, 
Howsoever mean it be, 
But ’tis good enough for thee. 
Ere a leaf is on a bush, 
In the time before a thrush 
Has a thought about her nest, 
Thou wilt come, with half a call. 
Spreading out thy glossy crest, 
Like a careless prodigal; 
Telling tales about the sun. 
When we’ve little warmth, or none. 
Wordsworth, 
