116 POETICAL LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
side it again in the evening to watch its starry rim 
close; that the Daisy alone could allure him from his 
study and his books, and, when he had exhausted all 
his stores of beautiful imagery in its praise, his song 
was ever ready to burst out anew, as he exclaimed, 
“ Oh, the Daisy, it is sweet!” for his sake it ought to 
have been selected as the emblem of Poetry, and 
throughout all time called “Chaucer’s flower.” For 
our part, we never wander forth into the fields in spring 
to look for it, without picturing Chaucer, in his old 
costume, resting on his “elbow and his side,” as he 
many a time had done, paying lowly reverence to this 
old English flower, which he happily called “The 
Eye of Day.” 
The Harebell we have already alluded to as belong¬ 
ing to the order of Campanula, and it has been well 
chosen, in floral language, as the emblem of Happy 
Retirement. It is one of the most beautiful of all our 
autumnal wildflowers, adorning the sides of woods 
! and shady places with its delicate bells of blue, clear 
and pure as ever hung upon the azure face of heaven. 
The Fuchsia we leave to the florist; neither its 
name, nor the quality it is chosen to represent, have 
any English sound about them. Taste, saving in 
