THE VERNAL SHOWER. See! again the skies appear 43 The Daisy. Wordsworth N youth, from rock to rock I went, Most pleased when most uneasy; Thee Winter in the garland wears Whole Summer-fields are thine by right; Doth in thy crimson head delight When rains are on thee. THE DAISY. In shoals and bands, a morrice train, Thou greet'st the traveller in the lane, Yet nothing daunted, Nor grieved if thou be set at naught : We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, Be violets in their secret mews Thou liv'st with less ambitious aim, If to a rock from rains he fly, And wearily at length should fare; 45 Some chime of fancy, wrong or right; If stately passions in me burn, And one chance look to thee should turn, I drink out of an humbler urn A lowlier pleasure; The homely sympathy that heeds Of hearts at leisure. Fresh-smitten by the morning ray, And when, at dusk, by dews opprest THE DAISY. And all day long I number yet, An instinct call it, a blind sense; A happy, genial influence, Coming one knows not how, nor whence, Child of the year! that round dost run As lark or leveret, Thy long-lost praise thou shalt regain; Than in old time;-thou not in vain Art Nature's favorite. 47 |