To The Daisy by William Wordsworth
“Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks.” Plutarch
To the Daisy
In youth from rock to rock I went,
From hill to hill in discontent
Of pleasure high and turbulent,
Most pleased when most uneasy;
But now my own delights I make, –
My thirst at every rill can slake,
And gladly Nature’s love partake
Of Thee, sweet Daisy!
by William Wordsworth
I have not yet grown tired of attempting to capture the nostalgia the poem evokes.
The word “daisy” is Old English for “day’s eye”. This refers to the beginning of each day, which is illustrated in the daisy closing its petals in the evening, and the first to open at dawn to greet the day. And the tiding of spring, illustrated by the daisy’s debut during this transitional season.
Ready to hang quality canvas and paints, gold and copper leaf
122x92x3.5 with varnish protection
Certificate of authenticity signed by the artist front and back