Ambarvalia/Burbidge/The Daisy in the South
THE DAISY IN THE SOUTH.
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This, this a daisy! gayest flower
I left at home, yet meekest!
This flaunting flatterer of the hour,
Seen e'er thou seest or seekest;
A daisy this!—then call pretence
Reserve, call meekness impudence!
Thou foolish clime, that could'st betray
By pampering this beauty
The loveliest image which the day
Beheld of cheerful Duty;
'Tis more than Fancy weeps the cost
Of such a type to Nature lost.
There are conversions of the eye;
Tumultuary accesses,
Obtained ere passion can deny
Into the soul's recesses,
May make a flower of this pure sense,
A teacher above recompense.
And what for childhood's opening heart,
Perceptions ever growing,
What might not such a fount impart,
Perpetually flowing,
Besprinkling field and rock and lane
With wisdom of this English strain?
O gay Italian land, to me
In all thy wondrous glory
Is something still I fain would see,
More staid, less transitory,
A charm my heart has often found
Couched in the Daisy's simple round.