Language of Flowers 
DAFFODILS. 
I wandered lonely as a cloud 
That floats on high o’er vales and hills, 
iVhen all at once I saw a crowd, 
A host of golden Daffodils ; 
Beside the lake, beneath the trees. 
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. 
Continuous as the stars that shine 
And twinkle in the milky way, 
They stretched in never-ending line 
Along the margin of a bay: 
Ten thousand saw I at a glance, 
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. 
The waves beside them danced ; but they 
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee ; 
A poet could not but be gay, 
In such a jocund company ; 
I gazed and gazed, but little thought 
What wealth the show to me had brought! 
For oft when on my couch I lie, 
In vacant or in pensive mood, 
1'hey flash upon that inward eye 
Which is the bliss of solitude ; 
And then my heart with pleasure fills, 
And dances with the Daffodils. 
Wordsworth. 
THE ROSE. 
Go, lovely Rose ! 
Tell her that wastes her time on me, 
That now she knows, 
When I resemble her to thee, 
How sweet and fair she seems to be. 
Tell her that's young, 
And shuns to have her graces spied. 
That hadst thou sprung 
In deserts where no men abide, 
Thou must have uncommended died. 
Small is the worth 
Of beauty from the light retired ; 
Bid her come forth,' 
Suffer herself to be desired, 
And not blush so to be admired. 
Then die, that she 
The common fate of all things rare 
May read in thee ; 
How small a part of time they share 
That are so wondrous sweet and fair. 
Yet, though thou fade, 
From thy dead leaves let fragrance rise 
And teach the maid 
That goodness Time’s rude hand defies ; 
That virtue lives when beauty dies. 
Waller. 
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