MARIGOLD. 
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Whilst Shakspeare says in “Cymbeline,” that when 
“Phoebus’ gins arise,” the “ winking marybuds begin to 
ope their golden eyes.” 
Keats pays more heed to the natural attractions of 
this flower and sings : 
“ Open afresh your round of starry fol'ds, 
Ye ardent marigolds ! 
Dry up the moisture of your golden lids. 
For great Apollo bids 
That in these days your praises shall be sung 
On many harps, which he has lately strung; 
And then again your dewiness he kisses— 
Tell him I have you in my world of blisses: 
So haply when I rove in some far vale, 
His mighty voice may come upon the gale.” 
Chaucer calls the Marigold a “ Golde,” and makes a 
garland of them typical of jealousy, yellow being the 
emblematical color of that passion. 
THE MARIGOLD. 
G. WITHERS. 
When with a serious musing, I behold 
The grateful and obsequious Marigold, 
How duly, every morn ng, she displays 
Her open breast when Phoebus spreads his rays ; 
How she observes him in his daily walk, 
Still bending towards him her small slender stalk; 
How, when he down declines, she droops and mourns, 
Bedewed as ’twere with tears, till he returns ; 
And how she veils her flowers when he is gone, 
As if she scorned to be looked upon 
