Strawberry ^lossoms—Foresight 
J aULL the primrose, sister Anne ! 
' Pull as many as you dan. 
—Here are daisies, take your fill; 
Pansies, and the cuckoo-flower : 
Of the lofty daffodil 
Make your bed, or make your bower; 
Fill your lap, and fill your bosom ; 
Only spare the strawberry blossom. 
Primroses, the spring may lose them- 
Summer knows but little of them : 
Violets a barren kind, 
Withered on the ground must lie ; 
Daisies leave no fruit behind . 
When the pretty flow’rets die; 
Pluck them and another year 
As many will be blowing here. 
God has given a kindlier power 
To the favoured strawberry-flower. 
Hither soon as spring is fled 
You, and Charles and I will walk; 
Lurking berries, ripe and red, 
Then will hang on every stalk, 
Each within its leafy bower : 
And for that promise spare the flower 
Wordsworth. 1 
