Field Flowers.

Ye field flowers ! the gardens eclipse you, ’tis true,1
Yet, wildings of Nature, I doat upon you,2
For ye waft me to summers of old,3
When the earth teem’d around me with faery delight,4
And when daisies and buttercups gladden’d my sight,5
Like treasures of silver and gold.6
I love you for lulling me back into dreams7
Of the blue Highland mountains and echoing streams,8
And of broken glades breathing their balm,9
While the deer was seen glancing in sunshine remote,10
And the deep mellow crush of the wood-pigeon’s note11
Made music that sweeten’d the calm.12
Not a pastoral song has a pleasanter tune13
Than ye speak to my heart, little wildings of June :14
Of old ruinous castles ye tell,15
Where I thought it delightful your beauties to find,16
When the magic of Nature first breathed on my mind,17
And your blossoms were part of her spell.18
Ev’n now what affections the violet awakes ;19
What loved little islands, twice seen in their lakes,20
Can the wild water-lily restore :21
What landscapes I read in the primrose’s looks,22
And what pictures of pebbled and minnowy brooks23
In the vetches that tangled their shore.24
Earth’s cultureless buds, to my heart ye were dear,25
Ere the fever of passion, or ague of fear,26
Had scathed my existence’s bloom ;27
Once I welcome you more, in life’s passionless stage,28
With the visions of youth to revisit my age,29
And I wish you to grow on my tomb.30