Gye Dandelion, 
James Russel Lowell. 
EAR common flower, that grow’st beside the way, 
Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold; 
First pledge of blithesome May, 
Which children pluck, and full of pride, behold, 
High-hearted buccaneers, o’erjoyed that they 
An El Dorado in the grass have found, 
Which not the rich earth’s ample round | 
May match in wealth,-—-thou art more dear to me 
Than all the prouder Summer-blooms may-be. 
Gold such as thine ne’er drew the Spanish prow 
Through the primeval hush of Indian seas, 
Nor wrinkled the lean brow 
Of age, to rob the lover’s heart of ease, 
Tis the Spring’s largess, which she scatters now 
To rich and poor alike, with lavish hand, 
Though most hearts never understand 
To take it at God’s value, but pass by 
The offered wealth with unrewarded eye. 

















