almost all the year; closing in the evening and in wet weather, and opening on the return of the sun : "The little dazie, that at evening closes." te SPENSER. By a daisy, whose leaves spread No flower has been more frequently celebrated by our poets, our best poets; Chaucer, in particular, expatiates at great length upon it. He tells us that the Queen Alceste, who sacrificed her own life to save that of her husband Admetus, and who was afterwards restored to the world by Hercules, was, for her great goodness, changed into a Daisy. He is never weary of praising this little flower: "Whan that the month of May Is comen, and that I heare the foules sing, Than love I most these floures white and rede, As soone as ever the sunne ginneth west, * My busie ghost, that thursteth alway new, That in my haste, I fele yet the fire, And this was now the first morowe of Maie, Of this floure, whan that it should unclose. That was with floures swete embrouded all, For it surmounteth plainly all odoures, And Zephyrus and Flora gentelly Yave to the floures soft and tenderly, Hir swete breth, and made hem for to sprede, As god and goddesse of the flourie mede, For nothing els and I shall not lie, And from a ferre come walking in the mede, So were the florounes of her croune white, Her white croune was imaked all, For which the white croune above the grene Made her like a daisie for to seme, Considred eke her fret of gold above: * Quod Love* Hast thou not a book in thy cheste She that for her husband chose to die, And eke to gone to hell rather than he, And brought her out of hell again to bliss? The daisie, and mine owne hertes rest ?'"* Chaucer makes a perfect plaything of the Daisy. Not contented with calling to our minds its etymology as the eye of day, he seems to delight in twisting it into every possible form; and, by some name or other, introduces it continually. Commending the showers of April, as bringing forward the May flowers, he adds: "And in speciall one called se of the daie, * See Chaucer's Prologue to the Legend of Good Women And in Frenche called La Bel Margarete. O amiable Margarite! of natife kind” In another poem, describing an arbour, he says: "With margarettes growing in ordinaunce To shewe hem selfe as folke went to and fro, Ne God wote ther place was every where." He tells us that the Queen Alceste was changed into this flower: that she had as many virtues as there are florets in it. "Cybilla made the daisie, and the flour Icrownid all with white, as man may se, "The daisy scattered on each meade and downe, But the Field Daisy is not an inhabitant of the flowergarden: it were vain to cultivate it there. We have but to walk into the fields, and there is a profusion for us. It is the favourite of the great garden of Nature: "Meadows trim with daisies pied." The reader will doubtless remember Burns's Address to a Mountain Daisy, beginning "Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flower." The Scotch commonly call it by the name of Gowan; a name which they likewise apply to the dandelion, hawkweed, &c.: "The opening gowan, wet with dew." Wordsworth, with a true poet's delight in the simplest beauties of nature, has addressed several little poems to the Daisy: "In youth from rock to rock I went, From hill to hill, in discontent "When soothed awhile by milder airs, Whole summer fields are thine by right; "In shoals and bands, a morrice train, Nor carest if thou be set at nought: And oft alone in nooks remote We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, When such are wanted. "Be violets in their secret mews The flowers the wanton Zephyrs choose; Her head impearling; Thou liv'st with less ambitious aim, Thou art indeed by many a claim |