CELANDINE. 
183 
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 sage 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 ; 
Thou hast now, go where I may, 
Fifty greetings in a day. 
Ere a leaf is on a bush, 
In the time before the thrush 
Has a thought about her nest, 
Thou wilt come with half a call, 
Spreading out thy glossy breast 
Like a careless Prodigal; 
Telling tales about the sun 
When we’ve little warmth or none. 
Poets, vain men in their mood, 
Travel with the multitude ; 
Never heed them : I aver 
That they all are wanton wooers; 
But the thrifty cottager, 
Who stirs little out of doors, 
