DAISIES. H9 
DAISIES. 
“ The daisy it is sweet.”—C haucer. 
’T was when the world was in its prime, 
When meadows green and woodlands wild 
Were strewn with flowers, in sweet spring-time, 
And every where the Daisies smiled ; 
When undisturbed the ring-doves cooed, 
While lovers sang each other’s praises, 
As in embower’d lanes they wooed, 
Or on some bank white o’er with Daisies: 
While Love went by with muffled feet, 
Singing, “The Daisies they are sweet.” 
Unfettered then he roamed abroad, 
And as he willed it past the hours— 
Now lingering idly by the road, 
Now loitering by the wayside flowers ; 
For what cared he about the morrow ? 
Too young to sigh, too old to fear— 
No time had he to think of sorrow, 
Who found the Daisies every where ; 
