TO THE SMALL CELANDINE. 
ANON. 
Pansies, lilies, kingcups, 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 he mine, 
’Tis the little Celandine. 
Eyes of some men travel far 
For the finding of a star ; 
Up and down the heavens they go. 
Men that keep a mighty rout! 
I’m as great as they, I trow, 
Since the day I found thee out, 
Little flower !—I’ll make a stir, 
Like a great Astronomer. 
Modest, yet withal an elf, 
Bold, and lavish of thyself ; 
Since we needs must first have met, 
I have seen thee, high and low. 
Thirty years or more, and yet 
’Twas a face I did not know; 
