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Still rolling on, with silver chime, 
In star-clad night and golden morning. 
So went Love on, through cold and heat, 
Singing, “ The Daisy’s ever sweet.” 
’Twas then the flowers were haunted 
With fairy forms and lovely things, 
Whose beauty elder bards have chanted, 
And how they lived in crystal springs, 
And swang upon the honied bells; 
In meadows danced round dark green mazes, 
Strewed flowers around the holy wells, 
But never trampled on the Daisies. 
They spared the star that lit their feet. 
The Daisy was so very sweet. 
Miller. 
When soothed awhile by milder airs, 
Thee Winter in the garland wears 
That thinly shades his few gray 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 car’st if thou be set at naught: 
And oft alone in nooks remote 
We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, 
When such are wanted. 
Wordsworth. 
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