William Wordsworth - To The Same Flower (second poem)

William Wordsworth - To The Same Flower (second poem)

With little here to do or see br Of things that in the great world be, br Daisy! again I talk to thee, br For thou art worthy, br Thou unassuming Common-place br Of Nature, with that homely face, br And yet with something of a grace, br Which Love makes for thee! br br Oft on the dappled turf at ease br I sit, and play with similies, br Loose types of things through all degrees, br Thoughts of thy raising: br And many a fond and idle name br I give to thee, for praise or blame, br As is the humour of the game, br While I am gazing. br br A nun demure of lowly port; br Or sprightly maiden, of Love's court, br In thy simplicity the sport br Of all temptations; br A queen in crown of rubies drest; br A starveling in a scanty vest; br Are all, as seems to suit thee best, br Thy appellations.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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