Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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TO THE DAISY.
Flower, that in the Soil of MemoryGrowest, whose Roots with mine own Heart seem knit,
As tho' they sprang and took their Life from it,
Fed by its Yearnings, would that I could see
Naught but a little careless Flower in thee,
Upon whose Leaves the bygone Hours have writ
No Records, thus to make me by thee sit
With glistening Eye, and con the History
Of Joys, which sprang at every Step, like thy
Sweet self! why from the cold, forgetful Earth
Dost thou shoot up thus unconcernedly?
Spring sees thee with each Year renew thy Birth:
Yet art thou no more to my saddened Eye
The outward Emblem of an inward Mirth!
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