Wednesday, September 16, 2015

To the Daisy by William Wordsworth

Bright flowers, whose home is everywhere
Bold in maternal nature's care
And all the long year through the heir
Of joy and sorrow,
Methinks that there abides in thee
Some concord with humanity,
Given to no other flower I see
The forest through.
William Wordsworth, To the Daisy.

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