WITH little here to do or see Of things that in the great world be, Daisy! again I talk to thee, For thou art worthy, Thou unassuming Common-place Of Nature, with that homely face, And yet with something of a grace, Which Love makes for thee! Oft on the dappled turf at ease I sit, and play with similies, Loose types of things through all degrees, Thoughts of thy raising: And many a fond and idle name I give to thee, for praise or blame, As is the humour of the game, While I am gazing. A nun demure of lowly port; Or sprightly maiden, of Love's court, In thy simplicity the sport Of all temptations; A queen in crown of rubies drest; A starveling in a scanty vest; Are all, as seems to suit thee best, Thy appellations. A little cyclops, with one eye Staring to threaten and defy, That thought comes next -- and instantly The freak is over, The shape will vanish -- and behold A silver shield with boss of gold, That spreads itself, some faery bold In fight to cover! I see thee glittering from afar -- And then thou art a pretty star; Not quite so fair as many are In heaven above thee! Yet like a star, with glittering crest, Self-poised in air thou seem'st to rest; -- May peace come never to his nest, Who shall reprove thee! Bright 'Flower'! for by that name at last, When all my reveries are past, I call thee, and to that cleave fast, Sweet silent creature! That breath'st with me in sun and air, Do thou, as thou art wont, repair My heart with gladness, and a share Of thy meek nature! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RESOLVE by ALEXANDER BROME THE STATUE AND THE BUST by ROBERT BROWNING THE EMPEROR'S BIRD'S-NEST by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW PROMETHEUS BOUND: PROMETHEUS THE TEACHER OF MEN by AESCHYLUS SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 3. THE WANDERING ONE by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS THE SEVEN OLD MEN; TO VICTOR HUGO by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |