Monday, 2 February 2015

Daisies are our silver

It's only the second day of February and officiaaly still Winter but everywhere there are signs that Spring is round the corner. Amongst the carpets of dry brown leaves fresh green stalks of snowdrops appear. They hang their heads as if to salute the retreating Winter and protect themselves from the last final flurries of snow.
There are always daisies to be seen. So many poets, from Chaucer to Wordsworth, Burns and Shelley,
seem to have  had a thing about daisies and it's easy to understand why.  They grow everywhere for everyone. They're happy to be picked and made into chains or clutched in tiny fingers.

Here is a selection of verses from poems about daisies by famous poets.

daisies are always there for us

There in thy scanty mantle clad
Thy snowy bosom sunward spread
Thou lifts thy unassuming head
In humble guise
But now the share uptears thy bed
And low thou lies
Robert Burns To a Daisy

Above all flouris in the mede
Than I love most those flouris
White and rede
Soehe that men call daisies
In our towne

Daisies, ye flowers of lowly birth
Embroiderers of the carpet earth
That gem the velvet sod
John Clare

Daisies those pearled Areturi of the earth
The constellated flowers that never set
Percy Shelley

Child of the year! That round dost run
Thou pleasant course when days begun
As ready to salute the sun
As lark or leveret.
Thou long lost praise thou shalt regain
Nor be less dear to future men
Than in old time - thou art not vain
Art Nature's favourite
William Wordsworth - To a daisy

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