A hundred times, by rock or bower, Some apprehension ; Some steady love; some brief delight; Or stray invention. 45 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. 65 70 Oft on the dappled turf at ease I sit, and play with similes, 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, 1 See, in Chaucer and the elder Poets, the honours formerly paid to this flower. 5 1Ο 15 Bright Flower! for by that name at last, I call thee, and to that cleave fast, 35 40 That breath'st with me in sun and air, 45 My heart with gladness, and a share Of thy meek nature TO THE DAISY. BRIGHT Flower! whose home is everywhere, And all the long year through the heir And Thou would'st teach him how to find A shelter under every wind, A hope for times that are unkind Thou wander'st the wide world about, Yet pleased and willing; Thy function apostolical In peace fulfilling. 15 20 1802. WHEN TO THE ATTRACTIONS OF THE BUSY WHEN, to the attractions of the busy world, Sharp season followed of continual storm Upon a hill 5 ΙΟ 15 20 25 Dwelt in a tranquil spot. And oftentimes, A few sheep, stragglers from some mountain-flock, 30 |