William Wordsworth: Foresight

W i l l i a m   W o r d s w o r t h

(1770-1850)

  

F o r e s i g h t

Or the Charge of a Child to his younger Companion.

 

That is work which I am rueing–

Do as Charles and I are doing!

Strawberry-blossoms, one and all,

We must spare them–here are many:

Look at it–the Flower is small,

Small and low, though fair as any:

Do not touch it! summers two

I am older, Anne, than you.

 

Pull the Primrose, Sister Anne!

Pull as many as you can.

–Here are Daisies, take your fill;

Pansies, and the Cuckow-flower:

Of the lofty Daffodil

Make your bed, and make your bower;

Fill your lap, and fill your bosom;

Only spare the Strawberry-blossom!

 

Primroses, the Spring may love them–

Summer knows but little of them:

Violets, do what they will,

Wither’d on the ground must lie;

Daisies will be daisies still;

Daisies they must live and die:

Fill your lap, and fill your bosom,

Only spare the Strawberry-blossom!

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