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DAISY. 
To gather kingcups in the yellow mead, 
And prank their hair with daisies. 
COWPER. 
The daisy scatter’d on each mead and down, 
A golden tuft within a silver crown; 
Fair fall that dainty flower! and may there be 
No shepherd graced that doth not honour thee! 
W. BROWNE. 
For scarcely on Devonia’s genial sky 
The faithful daisy shuts her watchful eye! 
CARRINGTON. 
TO A DAISY, BLOOMING IN THE DEPTH OF WINTER. 
MIIiLIIOUSE. 
Too forward Beauty ! was it wisely done, 
Thus premature to throw thy virgin charms 
Into decrepit January’s arms? 
A tardy wooer he; for, lo! his sun 
With grudging aspect gives a feeble ray. 
Soon will the circle of thy joys be run; 
Thy spring shall finish ere ’tis well begun, 
Nor ever greet the nuptial tribes of May. 
E’en while thou dost unfold thy bosom gay, 
I hear the tempest muttering in the north; 
The breezes, keener-edged, are coming forth; 
And how shalt thou withstand the icy fray? 
Sweet floret! while thy fate I thus bemoan, 
Gloomy anticipation paints my own. 
