Yet hast not gone without thy fame; If to a rock from rains he fly, Or, some bright day of April sky, Near the green holly, And wearily at length should fare; He needs1 but look about, and there His melancholy. 30 35 40 A hundred times, by rock or bower, Some apprehension; Some steady love; some brief delight; 2 45 Some chime 3 of fancy wrong or right; Or stray invention. If stately passions in me burn, And one 4 chance look to Thee should turn, I drink out of an humbler urn A lowlier pleasure; The homely sympathy that heeds The common life, our nature breeds; Of hearts at leisure. Fresh-smitten by the morning ray, 50 55 Then, cheerful Flower! my spirits play And when, at dusk, by dews opprest Of careful sadness.2 And all day long I number yet, To thee am owing;3 An instinct call it, a blind sense; A happy, genial influence, Coming one knows not how, nor whence, Nor whither going. Child of the Year! that round dost run Thy pleasant course, when day's begun As lark or leveret, Thy long-lost praise thou shalt regain ; When, smitten by the morning ray, I see thee rise alert and gay, * Then, chearful Flower! my spirits play 60 65 70 75 3 1807. But more than all I number yet O bounteous Flower! another debt Which I to thee wherever met Am daily owing; MS. * See, in Chaucer and the elder Poets, the honours formerly paid to this flower.-W. W. 1815. Nor be less dear to future men Than in old time ;-thou not in vain 1 Art Nature's favourite.* 80 For illustration of the last stanza, see Chaucer's Prologue to The Legend of Good Women. As I seyde erst, whanne comen is the May, As she that is of alle floures flour. * This Poem, and two others to the same Flower, which the Reader will find in the second Volume, were written in the year 1802; which is mentioned, because in some of the ideas, though not in the manner in which those ideas are connected, and likewise even in some of the expressions, they bear a striking resemblance to a Poem (lately published) of Mr. Montgomery, entitled, A Field Flower. This being said, Mr. Montgomery will not think any apology due to him; I cannot however help addressing him in the words of the Father of English Poets: Though it happe me to rehersin That ye han in your freshe songis saied, Of Love, and eke in service of the Flour.-W. W. 1807. In the edition of 1836, the following variation of the text of this note "There is a resemblance to passages in a Poem."-ED. Occurs: To seen this flour so yong, so fresshe of hewe, Of this flour, whan that yt shulde unclose And doune on knes anoon ryght I me sette, Again, in The Cuckoo and the Nightingale, after a wakeful night, the Poet rises at dawn, and wandering forth, reaches a "laund of white and green." So feire oon had I nevere in bene, The grounde was grene, y poudred with daysé, Al grene and white, was nothing elles sene. ED. TO THE SAME FLOWER * Composed 1802.-Published 1807 [Composed in the orchard, Town-end, Grasmere.—I. F.] One of the "Poems of the Fancy."-ED. 1 1845. WITH little here to do or see Of things that in the great world be, For thou art worthy, Sweet Daisy! oft I talk to thee, Yet once again I talk 1807. 1836. * The two following Poems were overflowings of the mind in composing the one which stands first in the first Volume [i.e. the previous Poem]. -W. W. 1807. Thou unassuming Common-place Oft on the dappled turf at ease Loose types of things through all degrees, And many a fond and idle name I give to thee, for praise or blame, While I am gazing. A nun demure of lowly port; Or sprightly maiden, of Love's court, Of all temptations; A queen in crown of rubies drest ; A starveling in a scanty vest; Are all, as seems 2 to suit thee best, Thy appellations. A little cyclops, with one eye Staring to threaten and defy, That thought comes next—and instantly |