Some steady love; some brief delight; Some memory that had taken flight; Some chime of fancy wrong or right; Or stray invention.
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 The common life our nature breeds; A wisdom fitted to the needs
Of hearts at leisure.
Fresh smitten by the morning ray, When thou art up, alert and gay, Then, cheerful Flower! my spirits play With kindred gladness :
And when, at dusk, by dews opprest Thou sink'st, the image of thy rest Hath often eased my pensive breast Of careful sadness.
And all day long I number yet, All seasons through, another debt, Which I, wherever thou art met, To thee am owing;
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 course, bold lover of the sun, And cheerful when the day's begun As lark or leveret,
Thy long-lost praise1 thou shalt regain ; Nor be less dear to future men
Than in old time ;-thou not in vain
Art Nature's favourite.
BRIGHT flower, whose home is everywhere! A Pilgrim bold in Nature's care,
And oft, the long year through, the heir Of joy or sorrow;
Methinks that there abides in thee
Some concord with humanity,
Given to no other flower I see
The forest through!
And wherefore? Man is soon deprest ;
A thoughtless Thing! who, once unblest, Does little on his memory rest,
But Thou would'st teach him how to find
A shelter under every wind,
A hope for times that are unkind
And every season.
1 See, in Chaucer and the elder Poets, the honours formerly paid
PANSIES, Lilies, Kingcups, Daisies, Let them live upon their praises; Long as there's a sun that sets, Primroses will have their glory; Long as there are Violets,
They will have a place in story: There's a flower that shall be mine,
'Tis the little Celandine.
Eyes of some men travel far
For the finding of a star;
Up and down the heavens they go, Men that keep a mighty rout! I'm as great as they, I trow, Since the day I found thee out, Little flower!--I'll make a stir, Like a great astronomer.
Modest, yet withal an Elf
Bold, and lavish of thyself;
Since we needs must first have met I have seen thee, high and low, Thirty years or more, and yet 'Twas a face I did not know; Thou hast now, go where I may, Fifty greetings in a day.
Ere a leaf is on a bush,
In the time before the Thrush Has a thought about her nest, Thou wilt come with half a call, Spreading out thy glossy breast Like a careless prodigal ; Telling tales about the sun,
When we've little warmth, or none.
Poets, vain men in their mood! Travel with the multitude:
Never heed them; I aver
That they all are wanton wooers; But the thrifty Cottager, Who stirs little out of doors, Joys to spy thee near her home; Spring is coming, Thou art come !
Comfort have thou of thy merit, Kindly, unassuming Spirit! Careless of thy neighbourhood, Thou dost show thy pleasant face On the moor, and in the wood, In the lane-there's not a place, Howsoever mean it be, But 'tis good enough for thee.
Ill befall the yellow Flowers, Children of the flaring hours! Buttercups, that will be seen, Whether we will see or no ; Others, too, of lofty mien ; They have done as worldlings do, Taken praise that should be thine, Little, humble Celandine!
Prophet of delight and mirth, Scorned and slighted upon earth; Herald of a mighty band,
Of a joyous train ensuing, Singing at my heart's command, In the lanes my thoughts pursuing, I will sing, as doth behove, Hymns in praise of what I love!
PLEASURES newly found are sweet When they lie about our feet:
February last, my heart
First at sight of thee was glad ;
All unheard of as thou art,
Thou must needs, I think, have had,
Celandine! and long ago,
Praise of which I nothing know.
I have not a doubt but he, Whosoe'er the man might be, Who the first with pointed rays (Workman worthy to be sainted) Set the Sign-board in a blaze, When the risen sun he painted, Took the fancy from a glance At thy glittering countenance.
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